Harl Delos's blog

I've been teasing Blondie this afternoon, and I think I just got on her last nerve, so I'm hiding out in the office.

I tease her about being a Main Line girl. I tease her about being a Lutheran American Princess. This afternoon, though, I've been teasing her about a blonde-haired, blue-eyed women who calls herself "Jihad Jane". Blondie isn't from the Main Line; she's from Montgomery County, and she doesn't know Jihad Jane is from Pennboro. I've been teasing her Jihad Jane comes from the same small town that she comes from, even though Pennboro is way on the other end of Montgomery county.

There are a lot of wacky blondes from Montgomery County, I've been telling her. Dangerous women, and I'm being deliberately vague about the phrase "dangerous women", as it normally means something different than political terrorism, more of a sexual terrorism.

Everything comes and goes,
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes.
Things that you held high,
And told yourself were true,
Lost or changing as the days come down to you.
Down to you,

As I sat in the parking lot at Costco, I pondered upon the imponderables. Like, for instance, the ideal shape for a beverage cup.

There was one in my cup-holder, having just been through the drive-thru at Burger King. I'd been craving Subway for a week, but there is no Subway near Cabbage Hill, and in dropping a package at the Bausman post office, I realized that my blood sugar was low, so I recalled an ad that Burger King is running on television right now.

Their new sandwich, the Steak House XT, appears to be a response to McDonald's Angus Burgers. The Angus Burger is a good sandwich, if properly dressed; the deluxe is nice, some of the others are pretty crappy. I can't remember the exact wording of the TV ad, but the gist is that it's an Angus Burger, only 33% larger, and dressed like a Whopper, for the same $3.99 price.

I would advise against the Steak House XT. It tastes like it was drenched in liquid smoke. If you're a petro-flavor freak, it'd be OK, but there's just not much beef taste to it.

OK, So "Big Gulp" Is A Trademark

I guess the pantsuits weren't all that bad, after all.

A female reader sent me this story. She says she doesn't koow where it originated, but her husband is named Ernie, and I'm not sure she didn't edit it.

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's gecko to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Something's Wrong!

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

She's Having Babies

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."