FunBlog

Here's a tough truck contest with a twist to it - an art element.  It's interesting to see the Chinese approach to the obstacles in this race.  I've been around a few monster trucks at our local speedway and done my fare share of picking up and sweeping up parts from the cars they've crushed. More power!

Yet, I have to admit the obstacle course part of this competition looks like it would be fun to watch and try. Not all of the challenges might work for a monster truck because to build the objects to the right proportion might be impractical, but they look about the right size for me to put my 1985 Chrysler New Yorker through it's paces.

One of my favorite vegetables in in the whole world is the carrot because it's orange - which also gives you a clue about my favorite fruit too.

I can't say, however, that I love carrots because that would leave me without an appropriate way to describe how I feel about steak, or Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Yet, carrots still do my heart well when I am out for dinner and a bunch of weird stuff shows up on the table: "Oh no thank you.  I'll just have these carrots.  I really like carrots!"

I am also sentimental about carrots because I remember my grandfather buying them by the truck load to feed to his horses.  When you are 6, there is something magical about looking into a stall in a barn and seeing it full with carrots three feet deep.

I bet even the Carrot Museum doesn't have that many.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.  But what do you make when life gives you elephants and lots of elephant . . . . um . . . errr . . . well . . . . poo.  Apparently you make exotic paper.

I think the idea for this is pretty neat but I'm not sure I want to lick any envelopes that elephants initially licked and then worse.  I don't like my steak or my envelopes to taste gamey.  I suppose that one solution to that dilemma might be the self-adhering envelopes - I've seen plenty of those at staples, office depot, and other office supply chains.

And then there is the smell.  I pity the poor soldier who gets mail from his girl back home and holds it to his nose to smell her sweet perfume.  "Snifffffff . . . . . Oh, yeah, that's Becky writing me again."

This is a stationery product that cries out for a famous spokesman - "Hi.  Me Tarzan.  Other day me swing through trees and see pile of elephant dung.  That remind me that I no write Jane for long time. Thanks Exotic Papers!"

I am better at breaking furniture than making it (unless you count bookcases made with bricks and wood from old waterbeds).

It's not that I've never used a lathe, or joiner, or wood plainer, it's just that my projects don't usually end up symmetrical or level.  I like to think that one of everything from Home Depot or Lowes might make a difference, but I doubt it.  Unless someone changes the rules and allows new furniture to be crooked, I'll leave all of that to expert cabinetmakers.

However, judging from the works of Jake Cress, even then I'll be way behind the experts.

Oh well, there's always wood carving.