Assorted Flotsam

• Can we all agree that Whitney Houston sang the National Anthem better than anyone ever has or ever will, and for anyone else to sing it is a crime? No, really. It should be illegal. Everyone else, at best, falls pathetically short and, more often, butchers it. I say, from now on, at baseball games, they just project Whitney on the Jumbotron. Done. Who's with me?

• There are long yellow lights in these parts but they're not infinite. Why is it that when we wind up running a red light, we feel better when someone runs it worse behind us? And, around here, 90% of the time, someone does. As if our illegal behavior is somehow less illegal than theirs.
  

• One of the local places to see big names in music has been renamed. It was bad enough when you were going to see someone perform at the Nissan Pavilion but, now, you have the honor of having friendship-ending conversations like this one:

Friend: They're awesome! I saw them two years ago at Madison Square Garden.

You: I know! I just saw them! They were amazing!

Friend: Really? Where did you see them?

You: *mumble**cough**mumble*

Friend: What did you say?

You, unable to make eye contact: I saw them at Jiffy Lube Live.

Ex-friend: *turns and walks away*

• There are two kinds of Scrabble players in the world. Those that time their moves, memorize the Scrabble dictionary, and hoard "u"s and those that don't. The two types should never, ever play together. Nothing. Not even hopscotch.
  

• Here's the scenario. You're trying to eat reasonably healthy. This may be because you know you will be on a tropical beach in a few weeks wearing very little. You order a sandwich and instead of the chips that come with it, you pay the extra money for a small salad. Your order comes. There, in your order, is the bag of chips. You complain that you were supposed to get a small salad in place of the chips. The clerk tells you he's given you both. Do you a) keep and eat the chips? b) keep the chips but do not eat them? c) politely give the chips back? or d) have the biggest hissy-fit Atlanta Bread Company has ever seen?

And remember: blahblahGiveawayblahblah.

"All I've got is a photograph" --Def Leppard

I heard on the radio this morning that a primary reason people friend you on social media sites is to have photos with which to... um... get busy. The story goes that people, well, guys, find something thrilling about having a picture of someone they know personally and that that is sufficient to... um... help the process, as it were.

The DJs went on to take calls from people who verified this. Turns out it doesn't even have to be that shot of you in your swimsuit at the beach. You can be fully clothed, standing next to the mall's Easter Bunny.

So, if creepy Wendell from Accounting wants to friend you, it may be to up more than his friend stats.

Lovely.

Now, I'll admit to being a voyeur. You post pictures of yourself, I'll probably take a peek. Saucy pictures? A longer peek. But, I have to say, I didn't see this coming.

*insert rim shot here*

*insert joke about rimming here*

*try to figure out how to get out of this reference chain here*

Question du jour to the Facebook/MySpace/TwitPic denizens: Do you care what is done with/to the pictures you post? Will knowing this tidbit affect what you post and/or who you accept as a friend?


PSA: Don't forget, if you want a chance to win that spectacular giveaway prize, leave a comment here (not here) by April 19th. But, by all means, comment here, too. Just don't expect a prize.

I'm giving it away. You know you want it.

[Editor's note: The giveaway is now closed.]

*psssttt* I have something for you.

Did you just put your hand on my ass?! Jeez, it's not even Saturday night and you already have your mind in the gutter!*

No, I have something really good for you. I'm talking pot extraordinaire! This is the good stuff. The finest quality!

Why are you shushing me? What? Cops?! Oh, forheavenssakes. Just read on...

CSN Stores, who bring you such wonderful options as corner tv stands, and are also the folks behind www.cookware.com, have offered to sponsor a giveaway. My thought: Now, this is fabulous! After all, who better to receive a gift than one of you, my favorite cheeky monkeys?

*insert drumroll*

So, I am proud to announce the first ever L A Cochran's Bloggery Giveaway! One lucky winner will be the recipient of an All-Clad Stainless 1.5 Quart Saucepan With Lid:


Isn't she purty? There's something to put your hands on!

When I saw All-Clad cookware was included in the list of things I could give away, I jumped at it. We have All-Clad and love it. For real.

When we were getting married we decided to put a few All-Clad pots and pans on the registry. They were pricey but we thought we might get one and it would be nice to have a quality pot/pan. Instead of getting one, we received a whole set from a dear and very generous relative!

It has truly changed our lives. Not only do we enjoy cooking and eating more now, I think it makes us better looking and more sophisticated. No? Well, they're still damn good pots and pans. Such a difference from the cheap stuff we'd been using.

So, what do you have to do to get your mitts on this gorgeous hunk of cooking stuff? Leave a comment before April 19th on this post. I will do a random pull** and choose the recipient. Note: You will have to supply an actual address to get the prize mailed to you from CSN but we can work that privately via email.

Come on. You know you want it.




*I knew there was something I liked about you.

**TWSS.

"In the fast lane and I won't change" --Fergie

On Wednesday, I zip in to the dry cleaners and I find myself parked between two average cars, both with tinted windows. And I can't help but think: Why the tint? Planning on committing a few crimes later in the day?

On Thursday, I pull up at a traffic light and notice the pickup truck next to me. I notice it because, where I am idling behind the car in front of me, they, in the "fast lane", are idling behind two-and-a-half car lengths of nothing, which is behind the car in front of them.

I look over. They're just sitting and staring straight ahead as if this is normal. It's not like the car ahead of them is spewing clouds of vileness. So, why the gap? Why?

Anyway, I'm staring at this pickup wondering WTF? (as well as WTG?) and I notice under the passenger-side window is the word "FABULOUS" in 3 inch letters. Just the one word. Like someone saw it in a magazine, cut it out, and glued it to the cab door. Really, that's what it looks like. I tilt my head, doggy style*, and look at this FABULOUS couple.

These have to be the least FABULOUS people I've ever seen. I mean it. They're middle-aged, lumpish, unattractive, and sloppy. It's not even like they're glamming it up in hopes of achieving FABULOUS with the limited gifts god gave them.

And, yet... there's that word... FABULOUS.

But then, as I watch, as if to disprove my thoughts, AND I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE, the woman in the passenger seat, who has no makeup on and an expression that screams Tampax, takes out a small mirror and a pair of tweezers. She starts plucking hairs from her chin in the bright sunshiny, rush hour traffic.

I think: Fabulous.

Then, I think: Clearly, I've misjudged them. She, at least, cares enough to pluck the hairiness.**

And, finally: Why don't THESE people have tinted windows?

Which brings us to the questions du jour... Please educate me: 1) Why do average people tint their car windows? 2) Why do people refuse to snug up in traffic? 3) Why would someone put the word FABULOUS on their vehicle door?

I'd ask what is too ridiculous in terms of grooming in cars but this story kinda says it all.





* That's what that means, right?

* The original but rejected Hallmark slogan.

"Don't you know I had a dream last night that you were here with me" --Jim Croce

During a time when I was single but dating, I worked with an attractive, married man that one day chose to tell me he'd had a dream about me the night before. Not only did he dream about me, but, he confided, I was scantily clad in the dream. I was in a teddy, he went on, chuckling and blushing. "Can you believe it?", he asked, sounding incredulous and laughing it off. "You were really something," he added, almost wistfully, and then, laughed and blushed, again.

I'm sure I stood there, blinking... even more slowly than I usually do at work. What does one say to this?

I knew he loved his wife, who was a very attractive woman, and based on the way he was conveying it, I knew he wasn't angling to make his dream come true. Yet, I had to wonder why he told me. Perhaps, he figured, if he just blurted it out, it would diffuse the tension he was feeling and he might be able to let go of the images that were apparently still cluttering his brain. And, then, we could just get on with our work and our lives, which, of course, we did.

Which brings us to the question of the day: If you had a dream about someone, would you tell them?