Good for You, Jeffrey Katzenberg!

I'm not the kind of entertainment junkie to pay big attention - or care - to the moguls in charge of studios/corporations/companies/owners-of-enough-money-to-buy-the-whole-world-swine-flu-masks. But this article (of course courtesy of EW.com) caught my attention. Jeffrey Katzenberg, the Dreamworks CEO who has been behind some pretty huge, and in many cases well reviewed, animated films like Shrek, Kung Fu Panda, and Madagascar has re-uped his contract through 2013. The deal?

He's getting paid $1 a year.

Ok, so its just in the "being reported" phase still, and "additional compensation in the form of stock incentives tightly linked to the company's share price." That's still a huge sign of goodwill in this rotten economy from a man who could be earning millions. So cheers Jeff!

Signs: Part Two (NOT The Movie)

Here's some more funny signs from my European travels. Starting a long, long time ago, in a town far far away...Firenze (Florence), Italy. 7 March, 2009
How could I not be excited to see this sign in Florence? I only wonder if Boston is their only destination. Not that I don't love Boston, but that's gotta limit business.

I seriously considered buying one. But it was 10 in the morning. Duff beer!!

This was in the airport on our way out of Rome, heading to Athens. Is it just me, or is it SUPER creepy? I mean, the babies are all innocent looking, but the woman just looks like a psychopath, and wearing a wolf pelt is not helping. And it's an ad for Espresso. Really?

Saw this outside an antique shop on Portobello Road when I was with Frances. Dr. T.J. Eckleberg much?

This was along the Champ Elysees in Paris. Woot for Franklin Roosevelt!

I just thought the rabbit was hilarious. Do the Parisian metro authorities really think that a pink and yellow rabbit reminiscent of one Roger would make people take these safety instructions seriously?

Um, it should be self explanatory why I found this necessary of capturing.

Well, I DO want a posh dog! I have one, and I'm very happy with him.

Just 'cause papayas are awesome.

Tee hee at the wee wee.

Soo...It's Been a Long Time!

While there's a LOT I've been doing - going on Spring Break to Italy and Greece, going to Paris with Frances and George, going to Stratford-upon-Avon, la la la, there's one thing I've been doing above all - finding funny signs!!

Here's part numero uno.
Yeah, I see this every day. But it's still hilariously awesome. The Brits are so polite in everything - if buses aren't picking up, their signs say "Sorry Not In Service."
Um, I assume why I had to take a picture of this sign is kind of obvious. This was in Greenwich, which was a pretty fun little trip.

Also in Greenwich. As you can tell, I was somewhat perplexed by the concept of a merlion.
This was on our way to Liverpool. Since, I've seen more of these "Little Mister and Little Miss" books, but here was the first. It brought back so many memories of my childhood with those books. And for some reason, they make me think of Mr. Sketch smelly markers. Mmm, I could go for one of those right about now.
This is just hilarious.
Ok, this is not a sign. But how could I not document this outrageous book title? "Itchy" London? Gosh, I hope not!
When we went to Brugge - amazing city BTW, small, quiet, and beautiful, no matter what Colin Farrell may say. So there was this little carnival thing, and there was this painting on the side. Which is EXACTLY the same as this Disney puzzle Frances, my sister, and I used to do all the time. How crazy (awesome) is that?
I don't know if you've seen these at airports or other establishments yet. They're called "A Novel Idea." Get it? It was at the Gatwick Airport on our way to Florence and Spring Break. At least Katie had heard of it. However, I had not. It's quite an interesting and innovative concept, but I can't help but get the hebbie jeebies from it. And isn't there usually a bookstore, I don't know, 50 feet away at airports?
This was in the window of a Florenti shop. London followed us everywhere!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

May the luck o' the Irish be with ye! 

For some reason, today's Google icon went away, which isn't fair, since it's only 11 pm! So this is the 2008 Google logo. How about the 2007?

I don't like this as much. It's a lack of pizzazz. Was 2006 any better?

Hello! I like this one the best! I can just imagine the Google logo sighing as it lay down to lounge in the bed of shamrocks. 

2005 gets points for incorporating the traditional cartoon leprechaun hat. Though for some reason the shade of green for the Google logo is really bothering me. 

Here's 2004, and though the pattern is pretty, it's not Saint Patrick's Day without shamrocks. I also have to note some patterns I'm seeing in other special Google logos. Father's Day often includes a dad in a hammock. Mother's Day only has flowers. For some reason Persian New Year is different than regular new year, and thus worthy of a special logo. 

For some reason Saint Patrick's Day isn't important enough in 2003!

At least 2002 has something. Not a particularly spectacular something, but something nonetheless. 

Yay, a pot at the end of the rainbow! Way to go, 2001!

I just noticed in 2000 that they used to have a TM at the end of Google, apparently through 2003 that was the case (judging from these pictures. 

So 2000 was the first year they really started the Google logo thing. But I just can't get over how weird the old Google named use to look! It's all chunky and different. Me no likey. Exclamation point!

Why is Everyone Getting Twitter-pated?!

I am an old woman. Seriously. I know I've said that many times over the years for many reasons - I can't deal with loud music, I have had conversations with people (ok, children) who were born since i've been in high school - but I am serious this time. How did I not know about Twitter?

Apparently, it's the biggest thing right now. There are tons of celebrities on it. And at least 30,000 other people. 

The name sounds so familiar. Maybe I heard it, but I thought it was just something like Flickr. Not. 

I mean, I knew about MySpace, but chose never to be on it, cause MySpace is sketch. I got on Facebook, back when there weren't tons of adults and little children on it. But Twitter escaped my knowledge. 

Perhaps it's better this way. Despite the call of celebrities being into it, I feel like it would be far too tiring to attempt to maintain Facebook, this blog, Twitter, and a normal, functioning REAL life. 

The Adventures of Kristyne-Koala: What the Traveler!

I just realized Kristyne-Koala hasn't given her adoring fans an update in quite some time. For a while she had to disappear from the limelight and get treated for "exhaustion," but she's back! With a whirlwind tour! 

Before starting off across the big blue wet thing, Kristyne-Koala took a short holiday in a Winter Wonderland! Where is she? 

Snow abounds across the wooded hills

Of this northern state I love so dear, 

So much so that it gives me thrills

To return to the place of the redcoats' fear.

And when Kristyne-Koala arrives

With me and Boris, so used to the cold,

Though she shivers atop the iced-over ride

She can leave the winds that blow so bold, 

Go into the Walnut enclave, and rest

Her paws round a very warm mug. 

Content in the most unique, and best, 

Home on the street - a place of warm hugs.

Sitting four floors up

away from the city streets

oogling Sawyer. 

Tall silent sentinels, dressed to the nines 

In green velvet, keep vigil on the hill.

Their spidery feel hold to the inclines

As the have forever, or at least still

Since the Celts brought these rough-hewn stones

to the varied circles and high-build henge. 

To think they were able, with so many moans

Of strain and pain, to create this Stonehenge

Cousin. So as Kristyne-Koala sits 

Surveying the site, she begins to think 

About all that has past and what it's 

That is yet to come, in this thought sinks - 

How lucky it is that was have this fair place 

And such beauty exists in the whole of space. 

I don't know what it is

That makes me love this picture so. 

Perhaps it's the tragic loveliness of the broken arches -

not as complete as Tintern, but with their small simplicity - 

Perhaps it's the green grass - 

A promise of the good weather to come - 

Perhaps it's the way I look - 

Not yet flushed with the Tor-id attempt - 

Whatever the reason, the end result

Is a photograph with a person I love

And a moment of a memory I wish to dearly savor. 

Yum Yum goes the little grey Koala one day

Yum Yum goes the little grey Bear.

Yum Yum goes the little grey Koala one day

And the bath waters tast'd like Iron.

Yuck Yuck goes the little grey Koala 

Yuck Yuck goes the little grey Bear. 

Yuck Yuck goes the little greay Koala, 

And the Romans couldn't have liked that. 

Dickens Comes to London (well, Dickensian Weather, at Least)

SNOW! SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW!

There's snow in London! It started last night around 10 or 11, when the Super Bowl began.
They began putting salt down around noon, which Katie and I found hilarious. Being from Buffalo and New England, and going to Ithaca, the fact that they were so concerned as to put out salt a good 10 hours beforehand was amusing. Though I have heard since that they haven't had significant snow - really, any snow that counts as snow - here in six years. Six years!

A bunch of kids were being rowdy in the street, throwing snowballs and nearly getting hit by cars. It reminded me of Ithaca and playing in the snow, I really wanted to go out. Tears.
This morning we heard that virtually all the tube lines are down, and when Katie and I walked to the bus stop, no buses were coming, either. So we walked to the London Centre through Hyde Park. It was gorgeous, and I was ecstatic. Poor Katie wasn't feeling well, and her shoes got completely soaked, so she was less than thrilled.

When we finally got to the London Centre - which only took us an hour, and we were walking through snow - only a few people were there, and with all the prep for us cold students coming in Bill started class half an hour late, and let us out a bit early as well. And my afternoon class had been cancelled. After hanging for a bit, I walked back through Hyde Park - which was gorgeous! There were some roses that had already bloomed, poor things. 

A bunch of the trees were very green and mossy, which was a beautiful contrast to their bark and the snow. 

The park was swarming with people - mostly kids and parents. Virtually all London schools were cancelled, and between people not being able to get to work and offices closing, parents got a day off, too. I eventually found out ten of the eleven tube lines were either down or partly suspended, and it was the first time EVER that ALL London buses were withdrawn from the roads. This includes the Blitz, people. So basically, the town that kept things running on the roads during bombings couldn't deal with 7 inches of snow. All that is a roundabout way of saying, the park was covered in snowmen and snowballs. I found one that was an inch or two wider than I am tall in diameter. How do people make these things?