Apparently, a village in Somerset, England had merged the classic, red phone booth with the idea of a book exchange. You can "borrow" a book at your leisure. From the above image, it must be a hit, right? For more, check out Offbeat Earth.
images via Offbeat Earth
You know what I don't get much of anymore? Well, the answer is obviously mail. It's true, though. I rarely get any personal mail nowadays with the internet. I wonder if I would get more if I had a really cool mailbox. No, I'd probably just get funny looks, but hit the jump for these creative mailboxes.
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Ah, Thursday morning is always backed up with traffic in DC. What does that mean to you? Maybe nothing because it is night where you are and you had no traffic. Or maybe, it means whatever random thing I thought about while I was stuck in traffic. Welcome to the latest NewfoundJoye installment: Thursday Traffic.
Today, I was watching the traffic go just about nowhere and noticed that someone was driving a purple Mercedes Benz. The agony when I saw that hideous, plum color on such a sleek car. There are some cars that look really good in purple, don't think I am just hating on the color. However, there are some cars that look lame in purple—like a Mercedes. If you don't believe me, I dare you to just google, "purple Mercedes" and see what shows up—I even did it for you. Hideous, isn't it? Tune in next Thursday for another installment of Thursday Traffic.
As I watch the award shows, I am amazed by how far stage design has come. I think the real stars of an award show are the nameless workers who create the effects and make the entire thing seamless. However, Paula's mike didn't work at the beginning—I hope that no one lost their job.
Today, my sister and I went to our neighborhood library for the first time (we've been in this town for over a year too!). A huge book sale sign lured us over and we went inside to see if it was any good. There were rows of books available for purchase. Most hardcovers were $4.50 and trade paperbacks were $3.50. A deal like this could not be missed. However, they only accepted cash and they didn't hold books, so while my sister ran to grab cash, I held our books and decided to open a library account.
This is where the true story begins. A library patron asked the lady behind the information booth (where I happened to be filling out paperwork) why the internet wasn't working. This is a somewhat verbatim version of the conversation:
Man: Why is the internet not working. It was working before.
Library lady 1: Did you put in your password?
Man: Yes, and the wireless had been working before.
Library lady 1: Ah, the wireless? Well, I can't help you with the wireless. Hold on, I'll ask her.
Library lady 2: What is it? (exchange of issue) Ah, this is a wireless problem? Well, is your antenna up?
Man: (something mumbled)
Library lady 2: Or did you get us as a suspected window? You have to accept us if we are suspected window.
The conclusion? Don't trust library ladies with your wireless issues, trust a professional. This issue was probably not resolved either. I love the library, but old library ladies should not be asked technology questions—especially when they refer to wireless as the wireless. BTW, what exactly is the antenna she is referring to?
Apparently, a village in Somerset, England had merged the classic, red phone booth with the idea of a book exchange. You can "borrow" a book at your leisure. From the above image, it must be a hit, right? For more, check out Offbeat Earth.
images via Offbeat Earth
You know what I don't get much of anymore? Well, the answer is obviously mail. It's true, though. I rarely get any personal mail nowadays with the internet. I wonder if I would get more if I had a really cool mailbox. No, I'd probably just get funny looks, but hit the jump for these creative mailboxes.
Ah, Thursday morning is always backed up with traffic in DC. What does that mean to you? Maybe nothing because it is night where you are and you had no traffic. Or maybe, it means whatever random thing I thought about while I was stuck in traffic. Welcome to the latest NewfoundJoye installment: Thursday Traffic.