Showing posts with label Scary stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scary stuff. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2009

Parenting techniques to avoid


Mother's Day Quote, from a Q&A with Rosario Dawson in The New York Times' Spring Fashion T Magazine:

Was your mother a disciplinarian?
My mom licked me — that was her punishment. If I was a little uppity or if I didn’t listen or if she wanted to get my attention, she’d lick the side of my face or under my armpit.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Be very careful out there ...


This is something we hope you don't need to know. But just in case … it's good to be prepared.

1) My car caught on fire last month (a small animal - maybe a squirrel? - had made a nest in the air filter, and the leaves apparently ignited as I was driving). I'd just pulled into a parking lot, and saw smoke billowing from under the hood. I turned off the engine, got out and called the fire department. I didn't open the hood, figuring that would fan the flames. And when the firefighters got there (very quickly) they were extremely cautious about opening the hood.

2) The next week a car on a local interstate caught on fire, and the driver died. (I sound like the dad in "Freaks and Geeks" - but he knew how to get a point across)

3) Shortly after that there was a national news report about a recent rash of car fires - set by people wanting insurance payouts.

4) When I was leaving Disney World last week, there was a major vehicle fire - likely a Disney bus - on one of the highways leading out of the property. Very frightening. Bad things aren't supposed to happen at Disney World ...


This link
from the National Fire Prevention Association advises what to do if you are involved in a car fire. Stop the car. Don't open the hood. Move at least 100 feet away. Call for emergency help. Don't be a hero. The site says, "Vehicle fires can be tricky, even for firefighters."

Friday, April 3, 2009

What's That Homeless Person Doing Inside My New Apple Computer?




When I set up my new Apple computer and was poking around among the features in the tool bar at the bottom, an image of a shabbily dressed woman, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, her hair askew and her body slumped awkwardly, popped up. And then … she started doing the exact same things I was doing. If I moved right, she moved right. If I tilted my head, she tilted her head. It was creepy.

Who was she? And why was she living in my computer?