Red Pencil Diaries

Okay. I’‘m no Anna fan. But this photo of her looks ridiculous. (The comments from readers about her “new look” are hilarious, though.) She’’s on the verge of the Queen Amidala meets electric geisha look…

Oh yeah. The inventor’’s name is Woody Norris. He’’s also invented some kind of voice recorders and incredibly tiny personal AM/FM stereos. Quote from Woody (who seems down to earth and extremely intelligent): “You know what? I didn’‘t invent that. It happens and I observed it. And so I claimed it. You know what inventing is—I heard this from somebody else—‘’It’’s an accident observed.’‘” What a cool thought. I should try to invent something sometime.

I just read this article about this guy who’’s invented a contraption that can put sound into your head… “The Hyper-Sonic Sound System (HSS), as he calls it, can take an audio signal from virtually any source—home stereo, TV, computer, microphone, etc.—and convert it to an ultrasonic frequency that can be directed like a beam of light toward a target up to 100 yards away.” It sounds interesting, but also scary. I can imagine strange commercials being broadcast just to me. Talk about hearing voices…

Here’’s my quote of the day:

“The biggest cause of trouble in the world today is that the stupid people are so sure about things and the intelligent folks are so full of doubts.”

It’’s so true. Or at least that’’s how I see things. Especially lately… Can I get some good news once in awhile?

Second quote by Jack Handy:

“My young son asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and worms eat our bodies. I guess I should have told him the truth—that most of us go to Hell and burn eternally—but I didn’‘t want to upset him.”

At least it made me laugh. It takes quite a bit to do that on a Monday. I’‘m having problems finding part of a gift I’‘m wanting to get Dave (husband) for his birthday. I went to three stores today and none of them carried it. It was amazing that I could make it to three stores in one lunch break. I guess I’‘ll continue my search tomorrow…

We had a discussion about the word allez. Apparently a friend put this on her license plate. We couldn’‘t figure it out. So I looked it up… Allez in French means Go! I get it! I get it! (Of course, I found the free translation site on Google. Google does make you smarter! (ting!)

Okay. I was doing some reading on MSN, and I came across this dandy of an article on the latest exercise craze: stripper aerobics. It says this about a club that offers the sexy workout: “Other offerings at Crunch include the Police Academy Workout, the Fireman Workout (these are based on real training routines), the Circus Workout (yes, there’’s a trapeze involved), boxing in a ring (complete with Fight Club on Fridays)…” Uhm. Yeah. That’’s exactly what I want to do. Learn to dance like the Village People.