And A Fight

I was watching a movie the other day (I cannot remember what it was) when I read this MPAA rating.  Please click on the picture to enbiggen.



I didn't realize that movie ratings had gotten so specific.  Mature thematic material, references to sexual content (whatever that means) and a fight.  All involving teens no less.  And if anyone ever read these warnings they might make a difference.  Do think any parent read this and said "This movie has a fight involving teens?  Well, we're not watching it."  Isn't that what teens do 90% of the time?

It's Probably Just Me...

But I'm not sure I would have named anything a "Hot Steamer".  I'm sure it's a fine beverage it just sounds wrong somehow.  That is all.

Editor's note:  Reader S&M made such a perfect comment that I had to promote it here:
"That's very nice of them to let you choose flavor and whip. I'll take cherry and the cat o nine tails."

3 Year Olds Love The Piano

On my recent road trip I visited the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago.  One of the exhibits included an interactive display of what people's goals are at various stages of life.  The exhibit lost a smidgen of credibility when it displayed this (click the picture to enbiggen):

 

I wonder how big their sample size of three year olds was.  This whole screen was supposed to be related to children three years of age.  Seriously?  Learn to play the piano? Learn to play the violin?  VOLUNTEER???  I think the goals of most kids under the age of five revolve around acquiring cookies and eating paste.

X-Wing? Nay, P-Wing!

Field correspondent Griz sent me this fabulous picture and the even better prose below.  Please to enjoy...

 

My 4-year-old is really into Star Wars and oddly also into baking, so we bought him a set of Star Wars cookie cutters.  He was elated as we tried them out. The Death Star, Tie Fighter and Millennium Falcon shapes were superb.  The detail was great and the cookies delicious.  The X-Wing cookies, however, came out looking like... well... let's just say the force is with them.  And by "force" I mean Randy McMeatmissle is in the cockpit.  And by "cockpit" I mean its honey hole.  And by "honey hole" I mean the musk hut.  And by "musk hut" I mean a butter boat.  And by "butter boat" I mean the flesh tuxedo.  And by "flesh tuxedo" I mean the old furback turtle.  And by "furback turtle" I mean Docking Port V... which is where Capt. McMeatmissle  pilots his P-Wing fighter when he's on shore leave.  Needless to say, to add to the absurdity of the moment my son liked these shapes the best and ate them, um... fuselage first. Shudder!

Sure They Care... About Entrapment

 

I've seen this sign all across this fair state and I've been trying to get a picture of it for a long time.  It's a bit hard to read but it says "FOCUS ON THE ROAD.  MoDOT CARES".  Really?  This sign is, in effect, is chiding you for reading it.  Maybe if MoDOT didn't put up distracting signs, one would be more likely to keep one's eye on the road.

Nothing Makes Air Travel More Pleasant Than Additional Sweat

 

Continuing my travel log, I found this gem in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport.  It is a "Yoga Studio" nestled between terminals C and D.  It includes a nice matt, privacy screen, potted plants and even a television playing a yoga instructional video.  There has been some contention among fellow correspondents as to whether is really should be considered a WTFoto.  In my opinion it definitely is because, seriously, who is going to do yoga in an airport?  Even if you have a extra time on your hands, are you going to do a downward dog while a stream of strangers files past you?