One Term President

I am so sick and tired of unsolicited phone calls. Lately I’ve been getting a number of them that are recordings (thought that was illegal). Since there’s nothing one can really do about this, I’ve taken to paying them back in some small way for wasting my time. Whenever the recording leaves an 800 number, I call up and simply chat, about whatever is on my mind, with whomever answers. Usually, given that the people answering the phones have no vested interest in the company (they’re just phone droids), they are more than welcome to talk to a friendly voice about any number of topics. Doing this relieves my immediate anger at being interrupted, and wastes time and money for the firm that made the initial call.

Today, though, I got an 800 number that I “cannot reach from my dialing area”. So, if you want to have some fun, call these folks at: 1.800.755.8011

It’s 1960 all over again! I love the fins and how they blend right into the rounded tail lights. Click on the image to see a large collection of similar images (the car shown below is 6 clicks into the series).

EphemeraNow has a vast collection of car and truck advertisements from the 50’s and 60’s as well as other advertising material from the 40’s through 60’s. A fascinating peek into a part of the past that isn’t usually well preserved.

Interesting aerial photos of a variety of Earth’s natural features are on display at a free, open-air exhibition in the gardens of the Natural History Museum, South Kensington, London. Click the image below to learn more and view all the images.

I found an interesting blog, Baghdad Burning, written by a fellow (anonymous for security reasons) techie who used to work in downtown Baghdad. Used to, because as she is finding out, life isn’t always better now that Iraq has been liberated. But, that’s the topic of another post.

I wanted to share one of Riverbend’s recent posting where she gives a heartfelt review of her love/hate feelings towards the US soldiers occupying her home land.

Here are just a few of her thoughts; it’s really worth reading the whole posting:

- I hated them all through the bombing. Every single day and night we had to sit in terror of the next bomb, the next plane, the next explosion. I hated them when I saw the expression of terror, and remembrance, on the faces of my family and friends, as we sat in the dark, praying for our lives, the lives of our loved ones and the survival of Iraq.