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Throwback Thursdays! The Hamster Ball People

This was originally posted on The Phil Factor on Oct. 22, 2009.

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We all know what a hamster ball is right? Generally I have no problems with hamsters or balls. What I do have a problem with is Hamster Ball People. What or who are Hamster Ball People you ask? They’re not necessarily those people who recreationally place themselves in giant hamster balls like the picture above. The Hamster Ball People are those people who move about the Earth as if they are in a giant plastic hamster ball, as if they are surrounded by a giant invisible bubble that is their space and theirs alone.

Still not sure? Let me give you a few examples: At the supermarket you push your cart along happily gathering what you need for the gourmet feast you’re planning for that evening. As you turn the corner to find that one, last elusive item you need to complete your shopping, there sits a Hamster Ball Person. They are definitely in the middle of the aisle, cart parked sideways as they ponder what appears to be the most difficult decision of their lives. That entire aisle belongs to them don’t you know? Or if perhaps they are actually pushing their cart, they are moving a such a glacial speed that you think their legs may fuse together, or already have. And of course they are in the middle of the aisle as if their invisible hamster ball won’t let them move to either side to let other shoppers pass. Oh, that’s right! They don’t actually recognize that there are other shoppers because the entire store exists to serve their needs.

On the roads the Hamster Ball People aren’t as egregious in their behavior, but they exhibit the same traits. The Hamster Ball People are likely to be the car that will stop regardless of traffic, on any road, without pulling over to the side, to read a sign, look at someones Halloween decorations, or just to point at a bird they saw. At the bank the Hamster Ball People are the ones who on a Friday lunch hour with 40 people waiting in line will take up at least a half hour with the teller because they don’t understand the ATM fee on their bank statement.

Another place the Hamster Ball People foul things up for the rest of men is in the men’s room. Classic men’s room etiquette insists that unless your bladder is in danger of literally exploding and splashing everyone within a 10 foot blast radius with urine and torn skin, you are not to ever use a urinal directly next to another man. The Hamster Ball People do respect this rule, but to an annoying degree. If there are only three urinals in a men’s room, as there often are, A Hamster Ball Person will go to the middle, leaving anyone who follows them the choice of either standing directly next to them, or waiting until the Hamster Ball Person leaves. You ladies may just think men are being silly about this, but really, do you want to go to the bathroom with no divider between you and you’re close enough that you might rub shoulders?

The best part of this post is that I know that from now on whenever you go somewhere and see someone displaying any of these behaviors, in you’re head you’ll think “Hamster Ball People.” As always, if you enjoyed #ThePhilFactor please share by hitting the Facebook, Twitter or Re-blog buttons below. Feel free to leave a comment if you have an example of Hamster Ball People. Have a great Thursday! ~Phil

Throwback Thursdays! Color Blind (July 21, 2005)

More proof that Martha Stewart is the devil incarnate. If that doesn’t look like evil, maniacal laughter in the picture below I don’t know what does.

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(July 21, 2005) You know how they say that people see in color but dogs see in black and white? I’m not sure who “they” are, but if this is true, I have a whole other level to add to this theory. A sort of evolutionary ladder of color sensitivity if you will. It goes like this: Dogs see in black and white. Men see the primary colors: red, blue, green, yellow, black, and white. Women see another whole spectrum of colors that are undetectable to men. These colors include: mauve, fuscia, magenta, teal, periwinkle, and many others that I’m sure I haven’t heard of. Once when looking for paint for my house I made the mistake of thinking I was looking at white paint. It turns out it was eggshell. In fact, I was stunned to find out that there are two different colors of teal, teal-blue, and teal-green.

They were pointed out to me and for the life of me I couldn’t tell the difference. If Martha Stewart is responsible for these I’d like to see her sent back to prison. Her and that stupid poncho look she started. Morning, noon, or night now, summer or winter, you see women wearing ponchos. What the hell is a poncho but a blanket with a hole in it. No sleeves, no hood. What a total rip off. The poncho makers are making a fortune by selling half made coats. And of course the ponchos come in most of those colors that men don’t recognize. You know who I actually think is responsible for this other spectrum of colors? The people who make bridesmaids dresses. Have you ever heard of a bridesmaids dress in a normal color? In fact, female camouflage is probably just an entire outfit of fuscia. If a women was dressed head to toe in that color there is no way a man could spot her even in the same room. Just to illustrate my point, I want you to know that I ran spell-check on this and it didn’t recognize the words fuscia, teal, or ponchos.

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Throwback Thursdays! 2006 The Year in Review (aka My Left Thumb)

This was originally posted on The Phil Factor on Dec. 29, 2006

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This is the week of every year that I hate to watch television, read magazines, or go online. There is not a single media outlet that can resist the year ending “Year That Was” piece in some format or other. Being no better, or worse than the media, I hereby present to you my Year in Review. Of course as with any year of our lives my year had it’s ups and downs, but there was one very strange constant throughout 2006 for me. My left thumb. Due to a series of accidents throughout the year there wasn’t a day that I wasn’t reminded very specifically about my left thumb.

January 2006: I moved into my new house. While putting baseboards in the dining room I smashed my left thumb with a hammer, rendering the nail bruised and bloodied underneath for the next 4 months until that grew out. Rarely did a day go by for the next 4 months that someone didn’t say, “What happened to your thumb?”

May 2006: I was building a shed shortly after the nail of my left thumb had finally begun to look normal again. I hit my left thumb with a hammer, again leaving a purple bruise under the nail. Yes, by now I know you are probably assuming I’m exceedingly clumsy with a hammer. I contend that isn’t the case. Based on the number of nails I pounded during the past year it’s amazing that I didn’t hit my thumb more often.

July 2006: Playing catch with a baseball without wearing a baseball glove my left thumb is hit directly by a good, hard throw. As far as I can tell the thumb was broken. I don’t know for sure because I never went to the doctor. At the time the big Golden Boys weekend was coming up and I didn’t want some doctor ruining my golf game by putting a cast on the thumb. I still can’t bend the thumb all the way anymore.

Oct. 2006: Putting a new floor and baseboards down in one room of my house I hit my left thumb with a hammer again. Just this week the mark from that is finally growing out as is the year of 2006. I find it absolutely bizarre that just one part of my body absorbed so much abuse so consistently throughout the year. And so me, George Bush, and our thumbs say good-bye to 2006 with hope for a less painful 2007. Come back on Monday for my New Years Resolutions post.

Actually, now that we’re back in 2013, come back on Saturday and I’ll post my New Years Resolutions. As always, if you enjoy #ThePhilFactor please hit any of the social media sharing buttons below. One thing that’s different now from 2006 is that I have a bunch of funny and suspenseful books there in the right sidebar. If you got a new Kindle, Nook, or iPad for Christmas….I think you know what I’m getting at. Hope you’re having a great holiday season!

Throwback Thursdays! The Ultimate Finger Food 4/23/05

This post was an original on #ThePhilFactor back in April of 2005. Here is a link to the original news item that sparked this post. Interestingly, as I looked up the link to the original chili-finger incident I found that the woman who had perpetrated the hoax was arrested again earlier this year for another lie and is back in jail. You can read about that here.

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(4/23/05)  Has anyone else enjoyed following this “found a finger in the chili” story? On CNN.com this morning the headline was “Police: Woman lied about finger In Wendy’ s chili.” Brilliant detective work Sherlock Holmes. You, me, Wendy’s and the new Pope all knew from day 1 that this lady was trying to scam Wendy’s. In fact, just the other day the new Pope was saying to me, “Damn I wish they’d finally catch that Wendy’s chili finger lady. She’s stealing my headlines.” From your mouth to God’s ear Pope. It sure would be nice to have that kind of pull with the big guy wouldn’t it?

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Anyway, back to the chili finger. I think Wendy’s could turn this situation into a marketing bonanza. Imagine how popular it would be if Wendy’s started selling chili that came with one of those fake Halloween fingers in it? They could even make it a contest and have one special gold finger. If you found that in your chili you could win the amount of money the lady was suing Wendy’s for.

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Throwback Thursdays! There’s a New Pope! (April 19, 2005)

Proving that #ThePhilFactor just might be one of the oldest continuous running blogs on the interwebs, today’s Throwback Thursdays post goes back to not the most recent Pope election, but the one before that. That’s right, The Phil Factor has now spanned two Popes and two Presidents. In fact Pope John Paul II died the day before The Phil Factor was born. Or did he die so that The Phil Factor could be born?  Hey, it’s the circle of life. I don’t make the rules. What I think I’m trying to say here is that God wants you to read The Phil Factor. It’s his favorite blog. In the picture below Pope Benedict is saying “All hail The Phil Factor!” He was speaking in Latin, but I’m pretty sure that’s what he said.

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(4/19/2005) There’s a new Pope and it’s not me. Again. The whole process just pisses me off. It’s all political. It’s who you know. It’s who you kissed up to. Just because I’m not a glad handing Cardinal in the Catholic church I don’t even get a whiff of consideration for the job. I didn’t even get a single write in vote. That is totally not fair. If I am ever elected Pope the first thing I’m going to do is revise that hat. It’s got to be a total pain in the ass to get through doorways wearing a 3 foot hat. I think a nice papal baseball cap worn backwards would be cool. It could have a big “V” on the front for Vatican. If I was Pope I’d also have one of those big foam No. 1 fingers for waving from the balcony to the millions of people who wait outside all the time. You know there is no way that the guy standing 800 rows back from the Vatican can see that little Miss America wave that the Pope does. I’ve got a goatee. If I were Pope I’d keep that. A Pope with a goatee would be cool. Especially if it was me.

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Throwback Thursdays! It’s a Bird, it’s a Plane, it’s Captain Retrospect! (7/31/2006)

I’m sorry I didn’t get this out this morning. In retrospect I should have set it up days ago and scheduled it to auto-post in my absence.

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We all know Captain Retrospect. Captain Retrospect is that super-hero in everyone’s life who has the uncanny ability to point out your mistakes and then tell you what they would have done had they been in your shoes.

Sometimes we work with Captain Retrospect, sometimes we’re married to him or her and sometimes we’re just friends with Captain Retrospect. Regardless of where we encounter Captain Retrospect, we are always annoyed by him or her. Captain Retrospect is especially annoying at work as either your co-worker or supervisor. Captain Retrospect especially likes using his or her special powers in public situations, such as a staff meeting or in front of a customer. “Oh…you’re never going to get that done by the deadline. You know what I would’ve done? I would have pre-ordered extra copies of Form 1742G and then forwarded them in anticipation of the deadline. That way you could have completed the inventory long before now.”

I think we all had Captain Retrospect as a childhood friend. As you’re being carried home by Captain Retrospect and another friend, Captain Retrospect, whose powers were evident early in life, usually said something like, “I knew you never should have jumped off that tree. I was just about to tell you there was a fence below you.”

We all also had Captain Retrospect as a close friend in college too, didn’t we? “Dude! There is no way I would have done that. I totally knew the cops were going to show up. What were you thinking?”  At this point Captain Retrospect is usually lucky we were already in handcuffs.

In a relationship Captain Retrospect is especially dangerous. Captain Retrospect can be either a guy or a girl. “I knew it wouldn’t work. I wanted to try the other thing and now you’re feelings are all hurt. Well it’s not my fault. You should have listened to me.”  Or perhaps Captain Retrospect is a friend who offers helpful commentary on your relationships: “You should have dumped him a long time ago. I knew he was a player, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. How could you not see the signs?” Is it any wonder that Captain Retrospect never got invited to join the Superfriends?

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Throwback Thursdays! 10/7/2005 You Can’t Spell Funeral without F-U-N!

This post was first featured on #ThePhilFactor in October of 2005. If I had to re-write it today I don’t think I’d change a thing. The picture below is of the Am I Gone Funeral Home in Buffalo, NY. I applaud their sense of humor, or I apologize if it’s just an Italian family name.

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In the past 18 months I’ve gone to too many funerals and honestly they were not nearly as fun as they should have been. I think funerals should be conducted as wedding receptions are. Really, what’s the difference? People stand up and make speeches about the guests of honor at both occasions. I do think that dancing with the guest of honor at funeral would be tacky, but not out of the question.

Music, dancing, drinking, and presents for the survivors of the deceased would make funerals much more popular events than they currently are. That would however bring up the question, what is a good funeral present? When I was a kid the standard gift was a casserole of some kind. It seemed like every time anyone died my mother would bake up a casserole of some kind and send me to bring it to the grieving neighbors.  Somehow I don’t think a casserole is an adequate replacement for a lost loved one. How about a plasma t.v. that could hang on the wall? Now that would be an adequate replacement for a lost loved one! (That’s a not so subtle hint for those of you that know me)

And why are eulogies always so sad? I think the eulogy should be conducted as a roast of the loved one. (Not literally though) I tried this humorous strategy to mixed response at my mother’s funeral 7 months ago. On the altar of a Catholic church I suggested that since my mother was such a neat freak in life it might be appropriate to spread her ashes on the carpet and vacuum them up. She would have appreciated that. I wasn’t looking at the priest, but apparently he appeared quite aghast. Needless to say though, the right people laughed.

I think every funeral should have a reception afterwards. Not the usual wake at the deceased’s house eating casseroles. Why not rent out a big banquet hall and have entertainment? If my pallbearers don’t hook up with the mourning hot chicks in the coat room at the reception I will specifically ask God to send them to Hell. (Only for a little while though) I think I’ve just found my second career. I’m going to put on funeral receptions. Entertainment, food, dancing, the works! I think people would feel a lot better about blowing thousands of dollars on a funeral if they got to have a good time at it. I’ll be The Funeral Planner! I can’t wait for the movie starring Jennifer Lopez.

I think that I’ll put in my will that every attendee at my funeral (if I ever die) will have to read their favorite Phil Factor. I’m starting the guest list now. Just hit the “Like” button to be added. As always, if you enjoy what you read here at #ThePhilFactor please hit the Facebook, Twitter, or any other share button you see fit.

Throwback Thursdays: It’s a Dog Eat Dog World! Oct. 9, 2005

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And my dog just ate up a big chunk of my budget yesterday. My dog has been chewing on her feet for about a year now and one of her little toes had gotten red and a little swollen, so I decided to bring her in to see the vet. Admittedly she was overdue on getting all her shots and her heartworm medication. Essentially, aside from the foot chewing, she wasn’t going to pass inspection. So she got all her shots and her medication before Dr. Do Little addressed the foot chewing. He said it was probably a skin allergy. I asked about the treatment options and the consequences of not treating it. He outlined all the options, all the way up to “skin and blood tests that could run $700-$800.” Needless to say, I was not going to spend four times the original cost of the dog just because she her feet itched. If my car needs $800 worth of repairs I’d get a new car. I was tempted to do the same here, but I didn’t want to train a new dog not to pee in my house. The house I’m still trying to sell.

The first option was to try an allergy medication similar to Benadryl. When I asked the consequences of not treating the allergy at all, Dr. Do Little said “She will continue to itch.” That didn’t seem so bad to me, but not wanting him to call the SPCA on me, I agreed to take two weeks of allergy medication for her and call him and tell him if it worked. Dr. Do Little is likely to grow old waiting for that call. As I was checking out I braced myself for what was likely to be an astronomical sum for what I consider an optional member of my family. The bill was $243.15. I think I may have to win the lottery if I want to afford to keep my dog. Actually, if I win the lottery I’ll just hire someone to chew her feet for her. That has got to be cheaper than the treatment. At the checkout desk as I was signing a mortgage to pay for my dog’s bill I noticed that they had stickers you could put in your window to remind the fire dept. to rescue your pets in the event of a fire. I thought to myself, “If I ever have to pay this much for my dog again, I may just set her on fire myself.”

Don’t call the SPCA. I’m kidding of course. The dog in that picture above is the one I’m talking about and because I continued to give all my disposable income to the vet, she’s turning 12 years old this month. As always if you enjoy #ThePhilFactor please hit the Facebook share button and buy my books that you see in the right sidebar. If you don’t that cute black lab in the picture just might not make it  : )

Throwback Thursdays! When A Stranger Calls 5/15/2006

Considering all the hullabaloo about the Edward Snowden revelations that our government is spying on us, I thought this blog post that I wrote in 2006 illustrates how short our memories are. Apparently it was in the news then that the government was spying on us. Why is everyone so upset now? Chances are that we’ll forget this Snowden thing, the government will go back to spying on us and then in another six years we’ll be mad about it all over again.  The original blog post from 5/15/06 is below the picture.

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Last week it was revealed that sometime after the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, 2001 the National Security Administration has been monitoring our telephone calls. Who we call, when we call, and how long we call for is all getting logged somewhere in Washington D.C.  I’m fine with that, but I figure as long as it’s going on we might as well have fun with it.

Now I realize that my phone calls in general are probably of very little interest to the U.S. government. I further realize that anyone who was not born in this country is probably getting their calls monitored on a very regular basis. My plan is this: I want everyone who has a friend or co-worker of Arabic descent to call up their friend and have the following conversation: “Hey, it happened again. Hillary came over last night about 2:30 in the morning. Man was she drunk again. She said she can’t take it anymore. She said that she started this thing with George just to get back at Bill for the whole Monica thing, but George is just getting too weird. She said that Dubya actually likes to switch roles and dress up as the woman. Yeah, and then he wanted Cheney to watch. He said that Dick would join, but his heart couldn’t take it. Yeah, and he asked her to push “the big red button” again. He mentioned something about doing it on Air Force 1 next. What do you think I should tell her? How can she get out of this?”

It doesn’t matter what your friend replies. If you don’t have a friend of foreign heritage to make this call to, just go through the phone book and pick a foreign sounding name at random. That might be better. Just fire off the dialogue I’ve provided as fast as you can before you pretend that you got a wrong number. That way it might make it to the press quicker anyway. Of course, we already know the government is monitoring my blog because of all my subversive ideas, so the jig might already be up on this joke. Anyone out there want to volunteer to receive my call? I’m pretty sure if I’m calling out of the country they’ll be listening.

BTW, the link to the National Security Administration above is live and really takes you to their website. I assume they love when I do that. If  you’re impressed that I correctly spelled ‘hullabaloo’ in the first paragraph and you enjoy what you read here at #ThePhilFactor please hit one of the share buttons below. Just be careful who you share it with because you never know who might be watching!

Throwback Thursdays: Sweet Child of Mime (Oct. 17,2005)

This was one of my favorite posts ever because I thought then, and now, that it’s a pretty clever title.

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Often as a parent I’m concerned about what my child is exposed to when he’s not with me. I worry that at school, on the bus, or in the neighborhood he may hear bad language that other kids learn from their parents, hear stories about “R” rated movies or professional wrestling that some kids are allowed to see, or even worse, that some other kid may loan my child a copy of Grand Theft Auto for Playstation.

Today my greatest fear was realized. I was totally unprepared to explain the unmitigated horror that my innocent 7 year son was exposed to at school today. Mimes! They didn’t even send a note home asking permission to let my child see a mime! If anyone is going to annoy my child with stupid behavior it’s going to be me! I do not want those annoying bastards trying to convince my son that they’re stuck in an invisible box, or trying to get him to play invisible tug of war with them. Why the hell don’t mimes talk? You can pretend to climb an invisible ladder and talk.

Are we really to believe that miming is the occupation of choice for mutes? What’s wrong, were all the Oompa Loompa jobs taken? Just once I’d love to see a mime who spoke through his entire act. Who wouldn’t want to hear a mime say, “Oh crap! I’m stuck in this freakin’ box again! Hey morons! Do you think you could stop just staring at me and maybe try to feel around the outside of this box for a doorknob or something? Remind me not to get stuck at the top of an invisible ladder when you mooks are around. This is definitely not a mensa meeting.”

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