Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Johnson, get in my office! I need to talk to you!
Oh no, Boss, what did I do wrong now?
Nothing. I have a great assignment for you. We’re gonna do a whole photo series called, “Republican 2012 presidential contenders: Where the heck do their kids live, anyway?”
Er, really, Boss? I mean it’s a very catchy title, but do you think readers care that much about it?
You bet, Johnson! Here’s the first in the series, the very house Bristol Palin just bought. See, you’re probably hooked on it already!
Yeah Boss, it’s a lot more visually compelling than I expected. So who do you want next?
Blog Guy, since the year is almost over, can you give us a preview of what surprises the Goofy Face Museum and Doughnut Shop has in store for 2011?
You bet. We’re busy gearing up for the start of our huge winter tourist season, with new exhibits and a grand reopening.
Blog Guy, do you have any budget left for those fantasy photos you set up for readers?
Not much, but the year is almost over. What do you have in mind?
Well, I’d like a dog and, um, a guy playing bagpipes.
That sounds pretty easy. Not much of a fantasy.
Yeah, but I want to see them through a round hole in an underground passage at a park in Slovenia.
Johnson, get your butt in my office! You call yourself a news photographer?
What did I do wrong this time, Boss?
I sent you out to cover that Paris Hilton motorcycle thing, right? And how many shots did you get?
Did your camera break? You don’t think Paris Hilton bursting out of her pink jumpsuit is worth more than a paltry 18 shots? Did you get a picture of her pouting in sunglasses?
I am thankful every single day for the photos I get to use in this blog.
Without them, I would just be another doofus trying to describe goofy stuff in words, and who needs that?
I’d be like, “Oh man, you should have seen Hillary’s face when Karzai pulled a quarter out of her ear!” Or like, “Queen Elizabeth was so cheesed off when Prince Charles described that cockroach he found in his haggis!”
Blog Guy, please help settle a bet with my miniature golf instructor…
Wait a minute. Does this person help improve your miniature golf game, or is he just a short regular golf pro?
Yes. Anyway, our question is, do dogs celebrate Christmas?
Of course. I’ll tell you something about dogs. If an event involves glad tidings of comfort and joy, and plenty of festive food, they’re going to be there for it. Look at this little dog’s obvious pride in his holiday decorations, which between us, are a bit over the top.
Lamar, get in my office! Isn’t Vasquez one of your men?
Yes, SIR General Johnson! What can I do for you, SIR!
What’s his problem?
SIR! There is no problem with Vasquez that I’m aware of, SIR!
Then where’s his camera? Doesn’t he know his commander-in-chief is speaking? Why isn’t he shooting photos like everybody else?
SIR, yes SIR! I believe Vasquez is a big fan of President Obama and wanted to concentrate on what he was saying, SIR!
Blog Guy, I’ve noticed something odd. Several of your recent posts – three bodybuilding items, that prison census piece, even the famous bride and groom shot – all came from a city called Krasnoyarsk, in Siberia. What gives?
I knew I couldn’t keep that a secret forever.
Yes, Krasnoyarsk is the goofiest spot on earth. It is the mother lode of wacky stuff.
I scour our vast photo file every day, to make sure my readers are seeing the goofiest stuff possible. Sometimes I see photos that speak so eloquently about the endurance of the human spirit that I just get goose-bumps.
You take this scene from Bangkok yesterday, where in spite of floodwaters raging through homes, at least some folks are still managing to …. watch television?