Magic Jewball

I know, I’m slacking off after a good run there of “several posts a day.” Life got busy and there’s no minimum posting law enacted yet. But seeing as how I won’t really get to one for a bit, here’s something fun to tide you over until then.

From the folks at iPhone New York, this is a lovely look at New York albeit another jump on the Peter Bjorn and John “Young Folks” train.

[youtube width=”425″ height=”335″]http://youtube.com/watch?v=zG7mOOHOe9M[/youtube]

I know I riff about this too much but this one made me laugh and laugh.

(Search done today from Villejuif, literally, “Jew City.”)

If you are handling a reunion of some sort and you are working with a directory that is eons and eons old, it is best not to leave a message on an answering machine that goes approximately like this:

“Hi Bill? This is Janet from _____. You probably don’t remember me but we were _____ at ______ together and a bunch of us wanted to get together, and oh, Bill everyone wants to see you especially. I hope this is you, Bill. My phone list is really, really old but…. is that your wife, Bill? We’d love to meet her too and know what you’re up to. Remember when we _______ and then when Alice and Jennifer joined us for _______. Those were great times and…. I really hope this is you, Bill. If it isn’t, I’m so sorry to intrude on your time but… anyway, so there will be six of us, hopefully and, oh gosh, remember ________? That was just so, so great. We can’t wait to see you and remember _____ together. You can reach me at ______. Can’t wait to hear from you! [pause] Oh, and remember that time when we all went to _____ and _____? Man, that was just wonderful. So, call me soon, Bill! If this is Bill.”

I not only left out all the details but about five more paragraphs of her life story with Bill. Listen, Janet, were you afraid that unless you described every little thing he might not remember you and the gang and all your good times? I suppose you were swept away by the memories but obviously not enough to keep from interjecting every few minutes, “gosh, I hope this is you, Bill.” Indeed.

I swear, I meant to call her back after dinner and try not to completely embarrass her by letting her know that she had just told many detailed and some intimate things to a complete stranger who knows her name, phone number, and employer (yay for Caller ID). Because if I was Bill and experienced all those fun times then I’ve clearly been drinking quite a lot and have total amnesia as to some surgery and whatnot. But you know how it goes. Dinner leads to the premiere of Big Love leads to fixing the TiVo because it crapped out, and yadda yadda yadda. She ended up calling back hours later and even though I knew it was her, I played innocent so it went like this:

Me: Hello?
She: Uh, hi, is Bill there?
Me: Oh, you left the message earlier! I’m sorry, you have the wrong number, there’s no Bill here.
She: No?
Me: Nope
She: {slightly miffed} Oh.
< click >

I can’t decide. Was she just utterly humiliated (good call, no pun intended) or was she pissed at me for not calling her back? I can’t help it that I’m a. not Bill and b. am hungry at 8pm and c. have got a TV thing going on. Perhaps I’ll call her back at ______ & Company and find out.

The Cure – Wrong Number

A disparate photo essay.

Seen:
On the sidewalk (for sale amongst other fancee art, you can see) while walking home the other day.

Observations:
1. Was the person whose name was on this plaque desperate for cash or desperately embarrassed?
2. Whatever happened to Kriss Kross?
3. Will I be reduced to doing this at some point in my life? (answer: surely yes).

Seen:
In one of my French instruction books.

Observation:
Maybe it’s because we don’t have the tu/vous issue. Or maybe it’s just because of the president we have.

Seen:
During recent Yankee game broadcasts on the Yes Network.

Observation:
What genius at Supercuts thought it was a good idea to do a bucket hat giveaway to promote their hair salons? Not that I haven’t needed one after exiting that place.

Related to none of this, please check out my and other bloggers’ license plate handiwork over on Arjewtino’s delightful site. (Corrected… stupid typo).

Kris Kross – I Missed The Bus

So what were people thinking about during today’s exciting though nonetheless predictable French Open Men’s Final? Was it the clay supremacy of Rafael Nadal? Was it the question of whether Roger Federer can seriously be called the best tennis player of all time when he can’t beat Rafa at Roland Garros and will thus perhaps never win the ultimate Grand Slam? Let’s have a look at a selection of today’s searches and see:

Thank goodness there’s no special occasion needed to worry about David Nalbandian’s weight, though.

Edited for a late-breaking addition:

Yes, it’s a new TV show, Rafael Nadal, Tennis Jew.

Hard Candy – Ask A Stupid Question