It's the Little Things

While searching for a Winter Park business, I stumbled upon this wee gem. Wouldn't you just die to have a charming little cottage on Midget Drive with a charming little view of Lake Midget?

The best part would be the giving out directions.

Just take Kentucky until it ends. Here you can either turn right to hit South Kentucky or turn left and an immediate right to get back onto North Kentucky. Either way you'll run into Midget. If you can't see the rainbow behind you, you've gone too far.

Click the midget to jump to the big map. Why does it feel weird to say big?

pogo-a-gogo

I'm always saying how it's a tragedy that someone doesn't make moonshoes for adults. Whenever I'm stressed and have the sudden urge to bounce around in moonshoes and learn to play the ukelele my dreams are shattered when I discover that the weight limit on the moonshoes is somewhere between toddler and super-model. I suspect if someone came and stripped all of the meat from my bones, just my brain and bones alone would weigh more than that.

The next best thing perhaps to moonshoes is the pogo stick. Pogo mind you is one of those acquired tastes like cigars, cognac or Linda Ronstadt. I am pleased to announce however that there is a new player... none other than the Flybar Elastomeric-Spring Pogo Stick. The latest accessory in the Elastomeric-Spring fashion line-up. As long as we're hyphenating.

Who needs moonshoes when you can pogo to the moon, mars, and beyond? Watch out Hubble, I've got a digital camera and I'm on my way to space via Elastomeric-Spring Propulsion.

Click the pick to jump!

got no strings

Pinocchio was on to something when he started his knotty pining for life without strings. There is much freedom to be had in stringlessness. Or today in wirelessness... ness... ness. For example, cordless phones give us freedom from phone cords, which are wires. Walkie-talkies gave us the freedom from the string between the soup cans. Ok maybe not wires, but freedom nevertheless. The aforementioned bluetooth offers us freedom from wiring our hands-free kits to our cell phones, which are also, I might add, without wires.

At home however there are some other great uses. Having an electric razor that charges by induction on its base is nothing short of magical. Pick it up and shave. Set it down and charge. My fighting with an ironing cord days were banished about a year or so ago when I received my first cordless iron. It's light, it's quick and I don't have to play Indiana Jones to prevent the cord from mussing up whatever I've got spread on the ironing board and now that I've written this I have no idea what playing Indiana Jones actually means. The wireless network in my apartment is allowing me to write this blog from my laptop which I can carry out onto the balcony, into the kitchen or indeed anywhere in the house-- no more 100 foot ethernet cable trailing about the place.

My latest and greatest addition however is my new cordless Electrolux Pronto 2-in-1. My discovery was nothing short of serendipity. I was researching vacuums online when I discovered the sub-category of stick vacuums. After all, who can resist a vacuum on a stick? Probably everyone... but me. And there it was. A cordless rechargeable stick vacuum with a detachable stomach that doubles as a dust-buster sort of thingy. For me it's a 4-in-1:

1. cordless
2. a stick
3. a vacuum
4. a thingy (dust-buster)

In fact, it's nothing short of miraculous. Now, I can spirit about my apartment, feet barely touching the floor, riding the Pinocchio style high of having been liberated from my strings.

I wonder, though, if it dreams of being a real boy?