Monday, December 1, 2008

This apartment is dy-no-mite!



Nothing says "Top-of-The-Line" (to quote the listing, found by Matt) like a little J.J.

E-Z recipe for the busy time of year



BED CHICKEN BAKE

3 pkgs. boneless chicken breasts
1 jar chipped beef
1 pt. sour cream
1/2 piece raw bacon for each chicken breast
2 cans mushroom soup
Garlic salt
Tin foil to cover mattress
Bed

Line a 13 x 9 inch casserole dish with chipped beef. Wrap 1/2 slice bacon around each chicken breast. Tuck into bed. Mix soup, garlic, and salt to taste with the sour cream. Pour over chicken. Nap 3 hours at 275 degrees. Check at 2 hour time. Cover tightly with foil during baking. Serve with a green vegetable and mashed potatoes. Dispose of properly and order pizza.

Listing found by Valerie. Poorly advised recipe based one from cooks.com.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Where Hypnotoad eats breakfast


I'm starting to think I need to expand my rules. Maybe this should be a blog of two kinds of photos:

1. Poorly chosen (e.g. most of this blog), OR
2. Mesmerizing and -- from my perspective -- antipodal (e.g. my new HQ)

Mel, who I presume is my antipodisis, found this doozy.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Don't blame the chair



For once, it's not a chair having a time out.

Naughty stove. Naughty, naughty stove.

(By the way: this listing shows the washer and dryer out on the back porch. I know L.A. has glorious weather -- if you like warm, sunny days and cool, clear nights, pffft -- but really? Washer and dryer outside? Is this a common thing down there? Does it never rain?)

The carpet needs a haircut



The telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make,
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

Friday, November 28, 2008

...and another thing...



What can this sign on the toilet possibly say? I can't think of anything other than "DOES NOT WORK" or "DO NOT USE" or, at a stretch, "WATER NOT TURNED ON -- TOILET NOT FUNCTIONING." These people have managed to go on for nine or ten paragraphs.

tsk tsk



Oh, chair, what have you done? Why did Sockempress find you having a time out in the corner?

Well, one minute for each year. We'll see tonight.