Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Suicidal squirrel

Today, while walking home, I saw a suicidal squirrel run into a woman's bike.  The squirrel seemed to run directly into the wheel of her bicycle.  The startled cyclist let out of shriek, sending the skittish squirrel scampering up a nearby tree. 

Friday, October 12, 2012

at bus stop

Guy with Panama hat, combing his big mustache with a comb.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

guys on bikes

I'm pretty sure I just saw 2 Mormon missionaries riding their bikes down Northwestern Avenue.
They were in their suits with little name tags and bike helmets.
Hey guess they gotta get around town too.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Swedish

This technically falls under the category of Minnesotan misc. but we met
someone who has actually had Swedish egg coffee, which I may
have previously mentioned seeing (and wondering about) at the Minnesota
State fair.   Thanks to my native Minnesotan classmate Lindsay for
enlightening us about its possible culinary merits.  I probably still won't
try it because of my dislike of eggs.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

edits

Just to add to that, the dog's name was Nom Chompsky.

Also, I have to say I'm pretty disappointed with the whole concept of the walking taco.  It's basically just a taco salad served in a plastic bag, these little single-sized servings of chips type bag.  Except even to say "salad" would be stretching it, because I don't think there are vegetables, unless you count corn chips as a vegetable.  But it's the big thing, especially for tail-gating parties and the like.  Whoopee...

Friday, August 31, 2012

biting

My linguistics professor used to have a dog named: Chompsky

Aaah...those linguists and their puns...


Monday, August 20, 2012

Grammy rocks

"I can do anything- I'm a grammy!" - this is what the bagger at Dahl's said!  We didn't have our usual, large
canvas grocery bags with us, so in a pinch, found a drawstring plastic bag in the trunk of the car and brought
that in when stopped to pick up a few items.  Well as it often does, a few items turns into several, and before you know it, we're at the register with 4 boxes of cereal, milk, etc. etc.
The grammy-bagger at the register assured us she could certainly fit everything in our bag!