my key fob missing its insides and screaming.
me looking for the insides of my key fob and screaming.
went to have coffee with my friend
locked up my car
put my key in my pocket
when i returned to the car
all i had left of my electronic key
was the empty screaming shell pictured above
insides were nowhere to be found
used the key/shell in the car door
and the panic button screamed nonstop
with no electronics to turn it off
until my car started
each and every time
a bit dumbfounded
as key fob was still in one piece
in my pocket
found a tiny screw missing in back
somehow it had
opened itself up
insides popped out
closed itself back up
and was empty
like it never happened
luckily i have daughters
with my keys all over the place
and my car has stopped screaming
but my old key fob still looks upset.
“the universe is like a safe to which there is a combination.
but the combination is locked up in the safe.”
-peter de vrie
credit: edvard munch – the scream
one saturday night in 2012, a search party was organized in iceland to hunt for a woman who had apparently failed to return to her tour bus. but the twist? she had. she became part of the search party looking for her, unaware that she was the subject of everyone’s concern.
the tour bus in question had stopped near iceland’s eldgja canyon and the woman in question took the opportunity to go freshen up and change clothes.
when she reboarded the bus, the rest of the passengers didn’t realize it was her. instead, they became alarmed that she’d gone missing. the driver waited for an hour before the police were called.
things escalated. a search of the area took place, joined by around 50 people, some in vehicles, many on foot. the coast guard was alerted, and the search went on for several hours.
it wasn’t until three in the morning that the truth became apparent: that the woman everyone thought was missing was actually helping them in the search. once she realized she was the missing tourist, she informed the police. the search was called off.
moral of the story? it’s always worth properly counting the number of people on a tour bus. no matter what they happen to be wearing.
“not only do I not know what’s going on,
i wouldn’t know what to do about it if i did”
– george carlin
it’s been a week filled with
lots of ‘lost’
some measure of ‘found’
find something i wasn’t looking for
and didn’t know i was missing
and so it goes
using the sesame street approach
blending the good news with the bad
all leading to
of this past time
as my way of life
that at least i know
where my teeth are.
residents of omaha, nebraska saw something strange wandering their streets over the weekend: a sheep wearing a jolly christmas sweater. the festively-attired animal was captured by animal control and taken to the humane society. “here’s something we don’t see every day!” they posted on their facebook page along with a photo of the sheep. “if you’re missing a sheep that enjoys wearing christmas sweaters he’s here.”
thankfully, the sheep—whose name is gage—has been reunited with his family. margaret, his owner, told NBC that gage is an indoor sheep and must have followed one of the family members out of the house and escaped from a fence that’s under construction. “i was looking for him, all worried for him,” she said. “it’s like losing my kid. i was all scared and didn’t know what to do.” the family has had gage for five months. “i’m glad he wasn’t eaten,” margaret said. “people eat these things this time of year.”
“getting lost is just another way of saying ‘going exploring.”
― justina chen
credit: nbc omaha
It seemed like a good idea to carve this giant arrow into the sand to help us find our way out after a long walk down the beach.
Upon our return, the entire beach looked like the scene below.
Now that I think of it, hansel and gretel had some design flaws in their plan as well.
somehow, once again, i found myself trapped and wandering through the rat maze that is ikea, and with my incredible lack of anything even resembling a vague sense of direction, it took on a whole new level.
it’s definitely an extreme sports experience in itself, and after following the trail around and around, and eating a horse meat-laced meatball or two, and collecting lots of odd colorful plastic springsprongthingamajigs and blonde wood-ish items, i was left wondering what they were and what were meant to do.
i chose the items i did simply because they looked cool and really no other reason. and the fact that i felt like i had to get something so that i would be allowed to find my way out again. now that the olympic committee has dumped some of it’s current sports events, i’m considering proposing this whole experience to them for their consideration as an indoor winter sport. maybe a better match for the x-games though?
along the way, i swear i saw people nervously look over their shoulders and skitter through what looked like secret shortcuts and potential passageways out, only to never return. possible slides right to the checkout line or the parking lot?
whew – i need a swedish cocktail, if only i could figure out if that glass thing i put in my giant blue plastic bag was meant to be used as a cup or oil change pan?
Worry compounds the futility of being trapped on a dead-end street. Thinking opens new avenues.