Miss Piggy Lunchbox

I walk past this on my walk home from the bus stop.

Now I can’t get “Jungle Vacuum” sung to the tune of “Jungle Boogie” out of my head.  You’re welcome.

God I am spent.

Even the mannequins in South Beach have fake breasts. And, yes, I felt very self-conscious taking a picture of this, even knowing it was meant for MPL.

Compare this to a mannequin from New York City.

Also, compare this drink from South Beach…

…with these from New York.

Yeah, I think that just about sums up the differences between the two cities.

Scarlett Johansson ended up marrying a guy who looks exactly like me.  Seriously, the resemblance is uncanny…I think we must have been separated at birth.

Who knew?

From Ray’s Boathouse:

I appreciate the darts-esque stand-behind-this-line challenge of this urinal.  Classy.

Thank you, sir or ma’am, for having these bumper stickers next to each other on your truck.

I want it to be perfectly clear that supporting McCain is the same thing as supporting Bush’s last eight years. I’m sure your candidate is thrilled with your decorating style, too.

In Ellensburg this time of year, every business has some window art celebrating their annual rodeo. I was particularly enamored with this one on the window of an insurance company.

He’s very smart to have it in his hand while he is riding the bucking bronco.

You haven’t lived until you’ve had hot dog bun French toast.

It tastes even worse than you’d think.

That package of buns is three dollars I just can’t give up on.

Honestly, I don’t want to talk about the Pacific Northwest’s climate this much, but events keep popping up that I am forced to address. Today’s post just wrote itself, and I’ll kind of be surprised if there’s power in the house when I want to post it.

First, there’s this headline in the Seattle PI: “Downpour tonight, summer scheduled for next week.”  Actually, the headline, and much of the article, now reads differently, as Seattle’s shadow government decided Seattle couldn’t handle the truth and executed this reporter.  However, here are some excerpts from that article as it read originally.

The National Weather Service calls the heavy rain, colder air and gusty winds dousing Western Washington and the Seattle area “a powerful storm more typical of autumn.”

[several paragraphs about how bad it will be]

Given the seeming space-time shift from hot August to wet November in the past few days, some wonder, Will we still have a summer left?

Remembering that the local summer and growing season was shortened by the coldest and gloomiest start to June since records have been kept, when snowplows were called out to open the mountain passes, the short answer to the question:

Yeah.

“We still have hopefully another month of summer with a little interruption for the next couple of days — it will get people ready for fall earlier,” said Art Gaebel, a meteorologist at the National Weather Service office in Seattle’s Sand Point neighborhood.

…

“It is unusual,” Gaebel said of the autumn preview. “Summer will be back, hopefully by next week.”

[lots of disaster-preparedness stuff.]

That just speaks for itself.

Oh, and here’s the forecast for next week, you know, when summer will be back after only two or three days of unseasonably chilly rain:

And in case that’s not enough, here’s a picture from campus yesterday.

That’s right, on August 19th Canadian Geese on on the autumnal flight south.  Argue with that, Seattlusionals.  It’s undeniable: This is Year Without A Summer Part Two.  It’s actually probably part Seventy-Five, but I’ve only been around to document one personally and another from press reports from what is probably another dead reporter.

F’ing elitists and their elite bake sales.

Don’t put babies in this shredder.