Showing posts with label The Price is Right. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Price is Right. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2008

Swedish Meatballs


Wow, talk about blog post explosion today. I must be crazy busy at work! Anyway, 'Pockets and I not-so-recently took up residence in a little section of Oakland that we like for many reasons, but one of the weird blessings/curses of our neighborhood is that we're about a five-minute drive from Ikea. This is a blessing because when we suddenly decide we should keep our pasta in tall air-tight, glass jars instead of the broke-ass boxes pasta comes in we can cruise on down to Ikea, grab a couple of hot dogs from the Ikea restaurant, and pick up said jars--maybe a stop at Trader Joe's, and still, we're back in time to watch Runway.

But proximity to Ikea is a curse because the convenience of it is slowly killing us. I wanted a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge to hang in our bedroom (needless trivia about us: the first time we met we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to go to a party at a loft in DUMBO! ZOMG! Talk about capturing the wayward, early-20-something zeitgeist...)--anyway, like I was saying, I wanted a picture of the Bridge to put in our bedroom, and when I saw a nice one, framed, and affordably priced at Ikea, I bought it. Didn't think twice, and now I look at it, and I realize not only did I commit a crime against real art and sound principles of interior design, I've gotten sucked into the consumerist, domestic semi-consciousness Keanu Reeves warned me about. Do I deserve to blog still? Will the Internet forgive me?

Anyway, this was all a round-about way of saying that Ikea will either kill us all or put together a mercenary army of Viking carpenters, a ragtag bunch who'll be our only hope against the coming Chinese domination that I have warned against in these pages time and again. No, no. That's not the point. The point is this is a really interesting article about the founder of Ikea. Did you know he's cheap? He goes to bad restaurants? Drives a 15-year-old Volvo? Put together his Ikea furniture himself? Is worth $15 billion? Started Ikea when he was 17? Used to be a drunk? Probably is still a drunk? And, um, was a Nazi sympathizer? Anyway, fascinating stuff.

Update -- HOLY SHIT! I WAS JUST MAKING A JOKE ABOUT IKEA FIGHTING CHINA, BUT ACCORDING TO THIS SELF-DECLARED FAKE BLOG, WHICH LINKS TO A DEAD REUTERS PAGE (GENERALLY, NOT CONSIDERED A FAKE SOURCE OF NEWS), THE IKEA GUY REALLY DOES WANT TO FIGHT CHINA (AND HE ALSO MAKES IKEA EMPLOYEES WRITE ON BOTH SIDES OF THE PAPER). OMFG!?!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Price Is Wrong, Bitch (Again, I couldn't help myself)

Not content to let Jessie Spano and Screech hold firm to their shared title of strangest post-Saved by the Bell career move, A.C. Slater is apparently vying for Bob Barker's job on The Price is Right. Am I the only one who misses the days when child stars faced cancellation and cultural irrelevance with some measure of dignity?