I wish I was a dog. Seriously, dogs seem to completely lack self-awareness. Either that or they possess the most skewed self-images found in mammalia. As I’ve told you before, I am short. Five feet tall to be exact. I put up with short jokes, have to rely on the charity of others to reach cans in the grocery store, and pay exorbitant amounts of money on having my pants hemmed. (Thank God for capris–finally, pants that fit. Unfortunately, they are long pants on me. I guess if I want actual capris, I’ll have to buy shorts.)
The entire world seems to be designed to remind me that I lack height. And that I suck at basketball. Short dogs, however, do not have these problems. And not just because they don’t wear pants. Or shop for groceries. Dogs seem to be oblivious to their height. Rodent-sized toy varieties have no qualms about running up to Great Danes and barking ferociously at them–perhaps, saying something like “hey you, get off my lawn.” And more often than not, the horse-sized canine will do exactly as the little dog says.
Dogs seem to have no idea what they look like. Maybe I should adopt the dog’s approach to life. I am six feet tall and my legs are long and shapely. This could become my new mantra. “I am six feet tall and my legs are long and shapely.”
But I know this will only last until I try to reach for a mug.
Hmm…according to Wikipedia, the average height for a female among Bolivia’s Aymara people is 4’8″. Note to self: look into possibility of emigrating to Bolivia and likelihood of acceptance into its indigenous community.
1) I haven’t featured a bizarre Japanese product in a while, so I thought it was time. Meet the “anatomical” sleeping bag. I’m not quite sure what the thought process was of its creator, but I have arrived at a few conclusions of my own. This would be ideal if you needed to accurately pierce a specific organ of a sleeping foe. Perhaps a dagger through the heart of a napping vampire?
While camping, it would give bears an edge on selecting human delicacies. Hm…I feel like liver this morning. Now where is that? Oh, ya. Right about here.
It also makes skinny slumberers look muscular.
This model is currently sold out, but you can put it on your “wishlist” here…http://www.japastuff.com/products/381-anatomical-model-sleeping-bag.aspx
2) (Time for another one of my awesome segues). Speaking of body parts, it’s amazing the things one can learn while watching TV–even lame sitcoms. Case in point–while “sort of” watching That 70’s Show (it never quite manages to fully capture and hold my attention), I caught Eric Foreman telling someone about a race car driver named “Dick Trickle.” Seriously, that is his name. Now if I had the name “Richard” and the last name “Trickle,” I never would have opted to go by “Dick.” Maybe this guy has a great sense of humour. Or maybe it was a marketing gimmick. I will never forget that name for sure.
So, in case you are new to the world of Dick Trickle, here is a little bit about this man with the name that makes fifth-graders the world over giggle. And some middle-aged women like me.
He is the short-track driver with the most wins in history. He has logged over a million laps (I get car-sick just thinking about it). And he has won over 1000 races.
Now you know. This Dick can drive.
3) Speaking of Dicks, what on earth is behind this loin cloth? This is, perhaps, the creepiest roadside attraction I have ever seen. And while doing this blog, I have seen a LOT of them.
This Bigfoot rendition is found in front of a gas station in the town of Vermilion Bay, Ontario. He is 18 feet tall and weighs 3800 pounds. And what the heck is in his mouth? Is he smoking a giant cigar or is he chewing on a giant tootsie roll?
Apparently, Bigfoot a la Vermilion Bay was created one summer by someone who was just passing through town. I guess he had time to spare. Or asylums to hide from.
And to make this apparition even creepier, it is equipped with a speaker and has been known, on occasion, to speak to innocent sightseers. Maybe its maker is actually trapped inside.