Spider Worm. Spider Worm. Does Whatever a Spider Worm Does.

We have gotten a lot of rain this year. When we get a lot of rain, there are frequently earthworms on our patio. I’m sure this isn’t unusual throughout much of the world. What is unusual is to look out the patio door and see an earthworm at EYE LEVEL. This little guy had managed to make it nearly six feet up a pane of glass. I had no idea earthworms could scale glass, let alone get that high up and appear to be quite comfortable while doing it. If (s)he* just had a tiny cape, we would have ourselves the next super hero.

* I have no idea how to tell the sex of an earthworm and I’m kind of uncomfortable thinking about it.**

** I understand that each individual worm possesses both male and female reproductive organs, but it just isn’t as funny that way.

Mmmm. Meaty Groom.

Meaty grooms: not just for breakfast anymore. Not exactly a WTFoto, but funny nonetheless.

Would You Like Some Wi-Fi with Your Paint and/or Glass?

This sign has been screaming at me for quite some time. So long, in fact, that it finally blended in with the scenery. That is a sad statement on the world today: when something as bizarre as free Wi-Fi at a paint/glass store becomes commonplace. I have no idea why one would even want free Wi-Fi at a paint/glass store. Maybe you’ve taken some pictures of a room where you would like new paint/windows and don’t want to bother with the hassle of bringing them with you. Now you can simply turn on your PC, copy the pictures from your camera over, sign into your Flickr account, upload those room pictures, grab your laptop, head down to the paint/glass store, turn on the laptop, connect to their free Wi-Fi, sign back into the Fickr account, find the correct photos, and show them to the nice paint/glass employee. See how much easier that is.

Maybe One is an Imperial Pint

On a recent business trip we stayed at a well-known national hotel chain that has a “Marketplace” inside the hotel. Basically it is little more than a glorified and manual vending machine. In addition to the standard overpriced staples (chips, candy, bottled water, etc.), several frozen items were offered, including ice cream. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary so far. What is odd is the description of the ice cream on the price list, which comes in two sizes: large and small pints. I may just be old fashioned, but I always thought a pint was 16 ounces. Period. Any other volume, and it’s not a pint. Or maybe they have found access to an additional dimension where they can put more of something into the same volume. I wonder if the extra calories would stay in that dimension, whilst the ice creamy goodness is transferred to my mouth. THAT would be a product I would buy.

Guest Submission!

Today's submission is courtesy of Dr. “The Original Chip” Mac, Esq. I think he has the concept of WTFotos down nicely.

Hi - long time reader - first time caller -- So it is our anniversary on Friday - and on our nice occasions we like to go to Chapelmountain’s (editor’s note: named changed to limit liability) for dinner - Years ago we started a running joke with the maitre d' and staff to see what kind of unique foil arrangement they can come up with for our leftovers. At one point we said we wanted Richard Milhous Nixon - they laughed, said they would do something from Harry Potter instead, and brought out a lovely wizard hat with our leftover steak and whatnot neatly preserved within. A few weeks ago we were there for my birthday, during the Olympics, and they brought out a base with the Olympic rings precariously perched above in foil. We didn't think that could be topped until tonight...

What's In a Name?

I spied (with my little eye) these products at a well-known national pharmacy chain. I'm sure they are just fine products, but there is something not right about that name. Bag O' Baby. What immediately springs to mind is the image of a sack full of infants, perhaps carried by a deranged stork. Instead of delivering the newborns to their rightful parents, this particular stork distributes them willy-nilly. One goes to a hobo sleeping on a park bench. Another to a rabid badger. A third to an unsuspecting Lindsay Lohan. While no harm comes to these children, their unusual upbringing leads to lives of reckless abandon and, ultimately, to them becoming regulars on Jerry Springer.

Or maybe I'm the only one with such visions...

The Tina Turner of Topiary

Sorry for the hiatus, I’ve been traveling and just busy in general. On the bright side, I have several new photos that I’ll be posting in the near future. For now, I present these:

Eagled-eyed Momo saw this and knew it must be shared here. I’m pretty sure that is supposed to be a lion topiary, but the only things that are growing are a couple of fern mange spots and the gigantic grass mane. Well, I think it is suppose to be a mane. To me it resembles nothing more than Tina Turner’s hair circa 1985. If you doubt me, please visit the following link…
http://www.people.com/people/gallery/0,,20176282_13,00.html