Odds and Ends

There's a bell choir practicing in my kitchen right now. Don't believe me? I'll show you:




I requested Mele Kaliki Maka, but they didn't think I was funny. As you can tell in the picture, they mean business.

I went to the state fair the other night. There was a building full of those booths that are trying to sell you all kinds of useless things, and at one such booth there were two men sitting in front of a "personality analyzing machine." I've seen these contraptions at fairs and carnivals before, and they usually are run by semi-intelligent-looking people dressed in a lab coat of some kind to try and make it look legitimate. Well they must have been fresh out of intelligent-looking people, because perched on folding chairs in front of this machine were two men who looked like escaped convicts. I regret not taking a picture of them. But I did take a picture of this:



All I had to do was pay them three dollars and sign my name on that card, and they stuck the card into the wall of flashing lights that they called a "computer." It made some impressive sounds before spitting out the following analysis of me:

• You have no problem separating right from wrong.
• Ambition is your driving force.
• Bored by inaction, you go from one interest to another.
• Your methods and opinions are admired by others.
• You have a great deal of initiative.
• Your first impressions are likely to be correct.
• Your sincere friendliness is a great social asset.
• You do not indulge in daydreams, but establish realistic goals.
• You have a sharp wit and a great sense of humor.
• You can be cold and aloof one minute and warm and affectionate the next.
• You have a liking for the good things in life
• (I think that one is ridiculous... who DOESN'T?)
• You plan your moves efficiently to avoid wasting time and energy.

I have my own opinions about the accuracy of these statements. What do you think, readers? How accurate was this magical machine?

Lastly, I went to Logan for the weekend to attend my first demolition derby. I'm one not usually turned on by gratuitous violence, but MAN... it was cool. Here's a shot at one of the unfortunate cars:


I highly recommend the experience to anyone, no matter the social status. It appeals to the white trash person living inside of each of you. His name is Cletus. :)