TheSnackHound

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I was a simple child. I sat in front of the pantry cupboard hoarding the pudding boxes. They were just perfect to stack and create architectural creations to spin on a lazy susan or to barricade the Bisquick in the far reaches of the cupboard next to the sink. They were no good empty, as they lacked the proper heft to stand upright, especially if the random SPAM can played the role of swing captain after mom swiped my instant chocolate or lime.

I ignored paper towel and toilet paper rolls wholesale, but my kindergarten through second grade teachers always scrawled them on their “most wanted” list for milk jug piggy banks and family tree photo holders. Apparently, the prodigy forever captured on the Uberhumor site was not exposing themselves to box packaging adhesives as I was, and diverted their energy in a more creative way. The site does have many viral images, mostly humorous ones, but I was expecting to see potty humor, not potty (paper roll) art. If you are hunting for it, check out the December 6th entries. Be forewarned: Not all of the site is family friendly.

The photos are not attributed, so there is no way to ask the artist, or extreme fidgeter, what their inspiration was. I can imagine them carefully placing the cutouts with tweezers, not unlike the “ship in a bottle” enthusiasts of yore. So, mysterious toilet paper roll genius, I owe you a cookie. It’s only a virtual one. Your anonymity has its price.

The Pillsbury Doughboy is still a mascot for Pillsbury baked goods in the freezer and baking section, but he is not as in heavy rotation as a spokesperson–or spokesdough–as he used to be. He sort of is just “phoning it in” these days. And the printed boxes? Well, that was a from a photo shoot from 1987.

Nowadays, Mr. Pillsbury is holed up in a stunning downtown loft-style first floor apartment with a bevy of winged beauties. Greek muses, to be exact. Two of them.

Did I just see what I thought I saw peering out at the traffic? I rubbed my blurry eyes as my sleep-deprived brain processed the sight on the way back from a supply run.  I stopped before making the turn, like the dedicated paparazzo that I am.   Somehow, the other drivers were sensing my official business and were reluctant to honk or nudge me into making the turn out of the parking lot of the business across the street.  You can swing your camera in any direction in LA and New York and find a celebrity or socialite, but that’s sighting #1 for small Michigan town.

So next time you are in the grocery store, does your opinion about funding the doughboy’s playboy lifestyle change your purchasing choices?

It’s time, once again, to check in with the Refrigerator.  The Fridge is featured on the Resist the Fridge page and is a nice little shiny black refrigerator, where you can play with some old school fridge alphabet and number magnets.  Some readers have been nice enough (or bored enough) from time to time to leave me a little note.

The latest note is not a new one.  It is merely an addendum to the prior note, shown here. The heart rending dilemma on who believes in the five second, or five lick rule for a puppy eating soy sauce, or your love of Chinese food is seriously tested.   In the August edition (I am a little behind, I know its November), someone did not pen their own sonnet, but merely answered the question of the lone fridge artiste.

It reminds me of the magnets my brother and I had when we were little.  He would write his name, in magnets, on the fridge, and I would probably come along and arrange the letters to read “Is a Dummy!”  I was far from original in those days, but my fingers would seriously itch every time I walked by.

Would you like to leave a note for all the world, or at least me, to see?  I’ll blog about it as long as it is something I can repeat.   The fridge on this page is just a .jpg file, so I could freeze a fridge moment in time.  If you want to write on the real fridge, do the following:

1) Travel to the Resist the Fridge page.

2) To create your own message, press “clear.”  Drag and drop the letters and numbers to spell what’s on your mind.  Don’t worry, you can use the individual letters as many times as you want.  Otherwise, I would get a lot of notes that just said “QWERTY.”   Then press “save.”   It may ask you for your name.  It usually will fill in your location, reading your ISP.

3) To add to a message, just drag and drop, and then press “save.”

Have fun!

Unfortunately, once you leave a message, the prior message is lost.  That is why I am archiving as many as possible.

Today is Thanksgiving all over Canada. Since Detroit is north of Windsor, Canada is technically south of me, so it is Thanksgiving in the South. Unlike the Independence days of Independence Day and Canada Day, respectively, that commemorate different events with the same theme, US and Canadian Thanksgiving Celebrations commemorate the same event. The traditions of American traveled North in this case, and Canada has been celebrating it since 1879, although the date was not fixed until 1931, when Thanksgiving and Armistice Day occurred on the same day. The holidays were split after that point. In Canada, it is now the second Monday in October, to commemorate the end of the Fall Harvest, while in the United States it is on a Thursday.

To celebrate, dear friends, here is a painstakingly accurate reenactment of the very First Thanksgiving on record.  Of course, it involved capturing it with technology that was way ahead of its time.

A few months ago, I issued a throw down. It was the type where one person just walks very quietly up to someone else, crisply removes their glove and smacks it on the thrown. Yes, I laid down the gauntlet. What am I all in a twist about? You were challenged to come up with the best refrigerator message you could possibly come up with. Unfortunately, you decided not to. Maybe you don’t know how to leave a note, maybe you can’t come up with anything.

Just go to Resist the Fridge and away you go. You can take the virtual magnets off the convenient lower freezer door and let your imagination run wild. All you do is select a letter and drag it to where you want it on the fridge. You can say anything that is on your mind. If it is X rated, I’ll probably erase it, but I have never run into that dilemma just yet.

The last message comes from Andrea Decker in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, shown at left BACK IN APRIL! I am not sure if her message is about my fridge, my closet or my brain!

Get cracking, guys!

I have checked in with the Fridge off and on, but have not reported on the subject in quite a long time. For awhile, I was spreading the word about my Fridge and was encouraging people to leave me notes on it. You don’t need to be at my house to leave me a note. Just go to Resist the Fridge and away you go. You can take the virtual magnets off the convenient lower freezer door and let your imagination run wild.

The last message that I have not mentioned comes from Andrea Decker in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, shown at left. Ah, of course it was written in April, but that shows how up to date I have been on the matter. I am not sure if her message is about my fridge, my closet or my brain!

If you would like to leave me a note on the fridge, I’ll blog about the best ones.

There are Christmas in July sales, so why not Thanksgiving in June?  I am not sure if that will catch on, but I can cross my fingers.  Before you squeeze in to your bathing suit, why not have a really big, gut busting meal?

I have been snickering a little over this historical reenactment of the First Thanksgiving.  While you sit around the BBQ pit in your bikini, eating your turkey, tofurkey, or whatever else you eat, sit back and enjoy the show.   I am proud to present “The First Thanksgiving” from Blame Society Productions (The maker of Chad Vader). Dig in, everybody!

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There are quite a few hoity toity companies on Twitter nowadays.  I have been following them and observing how the accounts are used differently than regular personal accounts. Marth Stewart has over half a million followers, but only follows 28 lucky people. The Ford Motor Company and VistaPrint Twitter pages seems to interact with their followers pretty frequently.

Now, I am on Twitter too.  I am aware that the clouds didn’t just part to make way for the flying pigs, but here (there) I am.  If you are looking for an adorable, tooth rotting bluebird in my sidebar, you won’t find one.  I have the more apropriate Dead Parrot. That about sums up this place. Just look in my left hand sidebar.  I meant right.  There is no left one.

Click on the picture of the perplexed John Cleese in my far sidebar to turn on to the SnackHound station. I placed a picture of it in this post so you will know what to look for.   Or don’t.   You probably are going to rush out and follow everyone else I mentioned, as they are far more interesting.   I wouldn’t blame you one iota.  Just enter my contest, then leave me my dignity and my chocolate pudding cake before you run away.

Wow!  That is the longest stretch I have gone not open the fridge.   Back awhile, I issued you all a missive to let the games begin with my onine refrigerator magnets. Days went by with no refrigerlaureats.   So, as I naturally do, I forgot about the whole thing.  Today, I wandered over there and found that a note had been waiting for me all along!  Someone HAD played with my magnets.   In fact…because my nose was nerdily always in an Arthur Conan Doyle or Agatha Christie book as a kid, my powers of deduction are well developed.  I suspect that because of the word choice and diction, the perp was either a LOLCat, LOLDog, or was at least a big fan of them.

Alas, the trail is cold, except for the timestamp and the location of the author.  Therefore, I have no idea if the message is indicative of the author or a copycat based on a prior message that I missed.  Silly me has not checked back and the note was left on the twenty-first of March.  I vow to check the fridge every day from now on.

Now it is your turn.   Travel to this page HERE. Pretend you are seven or ten years old again and you can’t resist…

In a week or so, I will show them all off like a proud aunt.

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Okay, this was more pathetic than funny, but still it would be nice if you would rate me on Humor Blogs!
(You will have my undying appreciation!)