Strange Musings on the Road to Pleasure Island

I was on the bus to Disney's Pleasure Island, and my mind started wandering .I started thinking about some of the weird things celebrities name their kids after, like their favorite fruits and vegetables. I decided that if I ever have a kid (and at the rate I'm going, that isn't highly likely), I'm going to stick to my favorite movie characters. It's probably a good thing that my chances of having a kid at this rate are slim to none. The poor child would end up being named something like Metatron Rufus.

Another Disney Fashion Don't

Matching black socks with white shoes.It's bad enough letting your spouse walk out of the house like this. Don't compound the error by dressing to match.

A Disney Fashion Don't

Oh, the joy of having a camera phone while in Disney World!This was scarier than all the ghosts in the Haunted Mansion!

Man Hit in Head by Train for Second Time

Man Hit in Head by Train for Second Time

According to this article, a 23 year old man who was recently hit in the head by a Metro North train this past weekend had also been hit in the head by a subway car three years ago. Apparently, in the earlier incident, he stuck his head out to see if the train was coming. It was. "I hear the train a-comin'. It's rollin' 'round the bend. I think I'll stick my head out, and see if it will spin." Sorry...

I have two theories on this. The first is that this guy is incredibly stupid, and probably won't make it to his thirtieth birthday. If a train is close enough to whack you in the head when you stick your head out looking for it, it's close enough for you to see and hear it coming into the station without having to stick your neck out. My second theory is that the guy was trying to get hit in order to sue the city. While that wouldn't make him any less stupid, it would make some kind of sense, in a dumbass way.

Now, how you get hit in the head by a Metro North train in Poughkeepsie on a Friday night three years later is beyond me. According to this article in the Poughkeepsie Journal, the train was arriving from Grand Central at 6:26pm. Today's article mentions that they found four prescription drugs, all legally prescribed, on him and are doing tests to see if these had any connection to the accident. According to witnesses, he took steps toward the edge, the train horn sounded, he stepped back, and then leaned into the train. Apparently, he was standing and conscious when the train's conductor and engineer found him.

I personally hope it turns out to be due to the drugs. I'd hate to think that anyone could be this stupid on purpose.

Call 'em Match.con - New York Daily News

New York Daily News - World & National Report - Call 'em Match.con

According to this article, Match.com is being accused of employing people as "date bait" to to send bogus e-mails and go on dates in an effort to keep customers from cancelling their subscriptions.

Gee, I wonder how come I haven't gotten any.

A Special "Thank You"

I have to thank my late friend Chris for putting the fun into art museums. I was telling another friend about him earlier today. Think Alan Rickman with white hair and blue/hazel eyes, with a wicked sense of humor, and you've got the idea.

One of our first dates was to an Henri Rousseau exhibit at MoMA about 20 years ago, and I have never laughed so hard in a museum in my life!!! I'm sure he's up there somewhere laughing at all this.

Here's a special Rousseau in honor of Chris and the wonderful, fun friendship we had.


It was Chris who pointed out that he looks like he's levitating. 

Top Ten Reasons No One Takes Me to the Museum

This past Friday, I decided to get up, get dressed, and head to New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art. In the entries that follow, you will learn why no one willingly takes me to the museum. It's not that I don't like and appreciate fine art. I really do. I can spend hours in certain sections of the museum just looking at stuff, particularly Medieval and religious art. However, I can (and do) also spend an equal amount of time laughing myself silly and getting dirty looks from "serious" art lovers. It's good that I go alone. Really. At least when I'm alone, the laughter and snorting is all in my head.

(Clicking on any of the pictures will enable you to see an enlarged version.)


Reason #10 - "Fig-Leafed Naked Man" - Sadly, I used to date a guy who looked like this.


Reason #9 - "Christ Child or Anti-christ?" At first, this looks like a nice holy picture of Mary and the Christ Child...

until you take a closer look and realize that this child bears a strange resemblance to the Spawn of Chucky.



Reason #8 - Bet ya didn't know that the Apostles moonlight as garden gnomes, now, did ya?


Reason #7 - "Electrolysis Anyone?" Not only did the artist paint her complete with a mustache, she also looks like she's got a bit of five-o'clock shadow. If this were my portrait, I'd want my money back.


Reason #6 - "Drag Queen and Boy Child". Looks like dad's been wearing mom's clothes again.


Reason #5 "Children of the Damned" Okay, if my kid was this weird looking, the last thing I'd be doing is paying to have her portrait painted. I'd be selling her off to a circus or something.


Reason #4 Another one for the "Children of the Damned" files. Not sure if this is a sibling, mother or no relation whatsoever to the prior subject. How does one wear such a low neckline and not have any cleavage?


Reason #3 - "The Death's Head Rosary". My first thought was that this was some cursed relic out of an evil ancient temple. Turns out that this is an actual rosary. According to the description, the inscription on this rosary is "Think on death" and "This is what you will be". What a cheerful thought!


Reason #2 - I know this is supposed to be a religious picture, but I've watched one too many Vincent Price horror movies. I kept waiting for his eyes to follow me around the room.


Reason #1 - My first thought when I saw this painting was that this chick is in serious need of some mousse. Talk about a bad home perm! This woman is probably rolling over in her grave right now. Can you imagine not only having a really bad hair day immortalized on canvas for a few hundred years, but having it displayed publicly for people like me to make fun of centuries later?

To read more about the person who inspired my love and appreciation of fine art, click here.