Honoring Quirkiness
Wallpaper magazine recently gave Eva Air an award (”Best Livery”) for its mile-high shrine to Hello Kitty! Top that, Alaska Airlines!
Flirt…more pleasure
I had blogged about what I hope is the now-famous “Flirt…the art of pleasure” microwave and now they’ve got a “Flirt…the art of pleasure” rice cooker. I really wanted to get it, but my Winnie the Pooh rice cooker still seems to work fine, despite the fact that the lid is slightly broken and the Pooh sticker fell off and you can’t even tell it is a Winnie the Pooh rice cooker anymore. My current rice cooker is a really ugly beige and brown, and nowhere near as hot as the rice cooker that flirted with me the other day at 3C. It was the last one in the store–that flirty rice cooker must have gone home with a lot of appliance shoppers. Hopefully someone will say they need a rice cooker and I will have an excuse to buy and photograph it.
As for the Flirt microwave, someone gave it a good review as a good-looking bargain.
MRT Doesn’t Make the List
Taipei’s sparkling clean subway system failed to make the list of the Top 11 underground transit systems. Maybe it wasn’t “eye-catching”, “diverse” and “popular” enough, but it is clean, and nice, and it works.
‘Sexy Pyramid’
Our secret spies saw this military recruitment ad the other day and were like, “What the heck”? This, um, pyramid is gaining quite a discussion over a Forumosa. (Thanks to Brappy for the shot.)
Microwave Magic
Being a busy student and all, I use my microwave oven a lot, especially for microwave apple crumble. I’m also always on the lookout for ways to clean things better and faster, since I don’t have a lot of time to keep things up. Anyway, forget about baking soda or store-bought microwave spray cleaners, because I found the best microwave cleaning method here, (via Consumerist). (Oh yes, and a cup of vinegar in water is best for floors, especially if you have pets. I hate to say that the answer to all of life’s problems is vinegar, but it sure seems to be shaping up that way.)
Bye DV8
I’ve been really busy with school, so I haven’t been posting much, but a friend alerted me to the fact that DV8 is closing. I haven’t had a drink there in years, but I did have a long run spinning the hits there and have fond memories of friends hanging around the DJ booth and chatting with me all night (and that includes Big Bad Ela). Before Alleycat’s opened, DV8 was really the only place to get a good non-Dominoes pizza without paying an arm and a leg.
Celebrity Gossip
A certain celebrity got busted for drugs recently, a certain celebrity I actually was forced to cross paths with years ago. This was way before his fame and party lifestyle. The landlord rented him a room down the hall, and then the next day his entire family–mom, dad, sister, brother–moved into the place, the whole damn family. Imagine waking up one morning, walking into the kitchen and seeing all of them there. I heard that the rest of them had been living in their car. (Keep in mind that this was before said star and his brother hit the Taiwanese Tinseltown big time.) So basically, a bunch of homeless people show up in this apartment and the landlord is in Hong Kong and won’t be back for two days. The landlord promptly threw them all out as soon as I was able to contact him. It was an awkward, icky experience and was what prompted me to finally get my own place.
Für Elise
The tune that everyone in Taipei is forced to listen to everyday, the tune that makes my dog growl each time she hears it, is mentioned in Andrew Leonard’s recent column. (He also mentions our own little China Post.)
Another Reason Not to Watch TV
Geffen Records chairman Ron Fair defending the criticism American Idol judges lash out at contestants: “In order to have a reputation and continue in a healthy manner in this business, you have to tell people `no’ all day long,” he said. “I’m telling people ‘I’m not going to sign you, that song is not a hit’ … And there’s no gracious or wonderful way to tell somebody, whose hopes and dreams are on the line: `no.’”
Actually, there is a gracious way to tell them no–you just say, “Sorry, but you’re not what we’re looking for”.
Fashion and Autism
Our secret spies have been out around the town recently. This must be the first time a neurodevelopmental disorder has been used in a blue jean advertisement. Tacky.