Finally decided to take a look at the news I missed when I was gone, and for the last week or so while I was hiding out.
Why does all the weirdo stuff happen when I'm away???
I can't stop laughing at farmer Rhett Davis's sense of humor. When home-buyers first built McMansions along the edge of the working farm that his family has owned since he was 7, they loved the idyllic view of his horses, cows and fields.
But then the complaints started rolling in. They didn't like the flies or the mosquitos. They didn't like the dust that was generated during harvest season when his crop of hay was bailed. They didn't invest all that money to have to be subjected to THAT.
Davis tried to do his share. He offered to erect a fence between the homes and his property if the homeowners would split the cost of materials.
They refused. It would "spoil" their view. Of his horses, cows and fields.
So Davis took a backhoe, dug three holes and erected his own fence. Made of old demolition derby cars, buried nose down.
"This is my redneck Stonehenge."
He doesn't plan to keep the cars there, but wanted to prove a point. It's his property and he's going to do what he wants with it.
Think the neighbors will "get" it?
I found this over on The Consumerist and it really tickled my funny bone. A disgruntled customer left a large number of foul messages on his cable company's answering machine until they came over and fixed the &^%^&** thing. I guess they compiled them and put them to music.
It reminds me of when my husband found out our sole cable company was not going to carry the pre-season Denver Bronco games and we switched to Direct TV within a couple of days.
NOT safe for work or around small children. Or your mother. Or your minister. Maybe your plumber.
The FUGLY!!! AAAAIIIGGHHHHHH!!!
Apparently a new fad in beautyland----Fish Pedicures.
You put your feet in a tank and let dozens of fish EAT the dead skin and calluses off your feet while you relax.
What demented soulless piece of crap came up with THAT form of torture?
Yes, I know that the fish don't look like this picture. They're tiny little things. But if I was sitting with MY feet in the tank, this is what I'd be imagining.
I would cut off my feet and hobble around on spurting stumps before I would willingly put my tootsies in with things that were going to EAT me.
Because that's what they're doing, you know. Eating you.