I tore this (poorly) out of a SkyMall magazine, which is odd because it's not like they tackle you for removing them from the plane.
Out of a long list of favorites, this one is still tops.
Noelle and I periodically send each other recordings of our cats snoring.
It seems inevitable we will probably do this and worse with the baby.
This is a thread where I post the adorable sounds of something sleeping, and you decide...
CAT OR BABY OR PHIL?!
Cast your doomed votes in the comment section.
I have been collecting bottlecaps since I was six or seven years old.
It started behind the 'Beer Bintang' truck. Every Saturday, the Hash House Harriers met somewhere outside Ujung Pandang in Indonesia to go running. They brought kids, dogs, and a beer truck. After the run, people would order a beer in preparation for post-run drinking games. The beer guy would hand it to them, then pause and look at us while we jockeyed for position. My peer group and I dove through mud and cow pies and who knows what for those caps. We didn't have "toys."*
I got a little obsessive about it, and Mom had to really flex some Mom muscle to stop me from pulling old bottlecaps out from the gutters of Sulawesi and Jakarta.
These days I don't collect much. Other people collect them for me, and I collect them from them. Restaurants, bars, comedy clubs, personal friends.
I've always threatened to do something with them, and I just started yesterday. Next up I'm going to try tile cement and grout -- maybe a wall-mounted table-top of some sort...
*The "not having toys" thing is an exaggeration. I had many toys, but none of them was as interesting as fighting other kids for possession of a piece of jagged metal.
Can you find the vintage Coors cap in here?