Is this the best complaint letter ever? It was written by a frustrated foody to Virgin Atlantic Airlines and was supposedly read by Richard Branson himself, who called the customer thanking him for his feedback. Read the whole thing, as they say. I was in tears.
“I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.
Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this:”
"Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's more of that Baaji
custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It's mustard Richard. MUSTARD.
More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece
of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef
had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so
it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the
digestive tract of a bird.
Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of
mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard."
Coming February 12 through 15, Blog for Darwin blogswarm. If you’ve got a blog you can take part if you want. You can get details on how to participate at the link.
Tuesday Coonhound Blogging: I need a warm weather image, and if you're in the Northeast you know what I mean. I get up at 5:30 in the morning and it's been in the low teens pretty much every day at that time for the past few weeks. It's really getting old. So here's Creole at the breachway last fall.
If you look closely at the background you can see a great blue heron up in the pine tree. These guys are normally wading around in the shallows and it always cracks me up to see these huge birds balancing themselves on tree branches. Here's a closeup. Clickem to embiggem.
This week's Marine Life Series on Daily Kos is about Andre the harbor seal. I worked with Andre for a few months in 1982, twenty years after he was "rescued" as an orphan in Maine by a man named Harry Goodridge. This essay has been up on the recommended diary list on Kos all night and so far I've had comments or emails from a friend of Harry's son Steve and a brother of one of the producers of the awful 1994 movie about this seal. The movie used a sea lion instead of a harbor seal.
The Webby Awards have announced their list of the top ten web political moments, starting with Senator Dianne Feinstein being the first candidate to have a web site (1994).
The Economist, which endorsed Bush in 2000, doesn’t have many nice things to say about the departing WPE.
“The Bush family name, once among the most illustrious in American political life, is now so tainted that Jeb, George’s younger brother, recently decided not to run for the Senate from Florida. A Bush relative describes family gatherings as ‘funeral wakes’."
Keith O. presents eight years of Bush in eight minutes.
Albino Monday: Regular reader Tony sends in this day-old lion cub. Like many of the monday albinos, this cat is actually leucistic rather than a true albino, but they all count here as long as they're white when they shouldn't be.