Painting the Lines

Love is too strong a word. More like, you know, a guilty pleasure and whatnot.

It all started when I saw this on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/user/lilcdawg?blend=1&ob=4#p/a/u/0/F5OUXGmA04A; I really liked their cover of “Baby” and so I have two songs of the Bieb in my iPod.

I mean, c’mon, the lyrics of his songs are pretty sweet: “How many I told you’s, and start overs, and shoulders have you cried on before , but no more, if you let me inside your world, there’ll be one less lonely girl.” Yes. No? Whatever. Hipster.

Night Scope Binoculars

My grandfather owns them and as far as I know, he does not hunt, go bird watching, engage in military activity, watch live sporting events and he rarely watches concerts. He actually owns a real pair of binoculars that he probably used back in the day when he was more active, and I describe that other pair as legitimate, because I don’t think these night vision ones are real. See, on the box, it says not recommended for children three and below as it contains small parts. And in the accompanying instructional inside the box, it reads, for children six and up.

It’s a toy.

Cellphone?

Ok, at first glance, it may seem that it’s reasonable for them to own this gadget because it’s a cellphone! Even grandparents need to communicate and make phone calls and text. But is it really a cellular phone? If you look closely, you realize that it’s not what it appears to be, because  it’s…

…an alarm clock! That looks like a cellphone…with a picture of billiard balls on the screen.

My grandmother freaked out when this bizarro thing died on her. She has at least two other conventional looking alarm clocks that are working, but for some reason, she was obsessed with this one. It also took me some time to figure out why there were billiard balls in the clock’s face, when I  realized  it was supposed to be a “screensaver” of some sort, for you know, “the cellphone.”

Scalp Massager

I guess there’s some logic to why my grandmother has this. She wants to feel relaxed and rejuvenated. But it just looks ridiculous; it looks like a wire whisk cut in half. Does it really work? And she has a masseuse who comes to the house to give her weekly massages!

So the device is apparently made up of an “easy grip handle and 12 stimulator prongs”. Who buys stuff like this?!?

Oh well, whatever floats her boat I guess.

And if it makes her this happy.

A rubber ducky that does not look like a duck.

What bird is this supposed to be?

We don’t have bathtubs in any of our bathrooms!

My sister, in her latest blog post advices that the more important questions that must be asked in life are the why questions: http://balancingtenderfoot.wordpress.com/2010/04/30/gen-ys-little-shop-of-whys/. And so I ask: Why?!