ScentAir is a cool little Flash site. ScentAir has a cool little concept – bring custom scent experiences to retailers to help them sell more crap. I dig it. I want to have my shopping experience enhanced by the smell of gunpowder when buying my UZI. I’d also like that when I’m buying tobacco the store smells like, well, tobacco…but doesn’t it already? You know, that might work for all the KC Bars and Restaurants: pump in the smell of cigarettes to make you feel at home, but not the second hand ill effects…will we start finding second hand smell is killing us faster then cigarette smoke?

So I’m up early the other morning (Wednesday, I believe) about to hop in the shower. From my bathroom window, I can see out to the rest of the streets (we live on a corner, so I can see 2 streets from my front lawn). I look out and see a person I don’t recognize. Not a big deal, I don’t know all my neighbors, so I don’t think much of it…till it hits me – it’s kind of cold for a walk, the person has a parka on with the hood up, and their not jogging but shuffling up the street. Then I get concerned when this person start talking to my house from across the street. Not at me, not at someone on my lawn, just the general direction of my home. Huh. So I continue to watch this person start looking into people’s windows, looking into cars on the street, picking up things off the ground and putting them into their pocket…

I call the local police and report a suspicious person walking around my home. I give them my name, my address, and my phone number. I tell them I don’t need an officer to come to my house, but that I would like a drive by to see what this person is doing.

My wife wakes up and listens to my conversation with the local police and looks outside. She sees the person. She turns to me and says “I bet that’s *BLANK*’s mom…she’s Bi-Polar, had issues with the police before, I bet that’s her”. Great. I just called the police on my neighbor.

Let’s back up a little bit here. We have a young man by the name of *BLANK*. He roams the streets at all hours of the day and night. There is something wrong with this young man. He’s had control issues, impulse issues, rage issues, and possibly some slight retardation. Nice enough, but annoying at times, and as a father who has witnessed him interacting with other kids in the neighborhood, I like him to keep his distance from my family. His mother, supposedly has her own problems. Alcohol, Bi-Polar, depression…so I have been told.

Last night, after my wife and I had a lovely evening out, while she is dropping off the babysitter, the doorbell rings. It’s 9:45pm. I assume it my wife because the garage door opener must be broken. It’s a little, almost confused woman who begins to introduce herself – “Hi, my name is *BLANK*. I live down the street. You have a lovely home. This is a nice neighborhood. What a beautiful daughter, what’s her name? Have we met? My name is *BLANK*. I just wanted to introduce myself. I won’t bother you again”.

So, lets recap shall we: I see a “stranger”. I call the police. My wife and I determine it might be *BLANK*’s mom from down the street. *BLANK* comes to my door to not mention a single THING about the cops, but to introduce herself. Even if I had known who she was, she was so bundled up I wouldn’t have recognized her.

Crazy.

Let it be known that when asked “…and what are you thankful for Chloe…”, my daughter responded:

“ummm…my daddy…”

Much to the horror of my lovely wife, I will forever remember this day as Daddy’s Little Girl Day.

Carry on.

From WashingtonPost.com:

“A major manufacturer of store-brand acetaminophen recalled 11 million bottles of the pain-relieving pills Thursday after discovering some were contaminated with metal fragments. There were no immediate reports of injuries or illness.“

The article goes on to say:

“Consumers who swallow any of the contaminated pills could suffer minor stomach discomfort or possible cuts to the mouth and throat, the FDA said, adding that the risk of serious injury was remote. Anyone who suspects they have been injured should contact their doctor, the agency said.“

So doc, I had this back ache, but you don’t know the half of it – I take some over the counter pills and I start bleeding from my mouth! Should I be worried? Is this, dare I ask, a normal side effect that I just missed on the warning lable?

How the hell do you get “metal fragments” into your pills? What’s next, feces in our burgers – of yeah, too late.

lets try something other then a .png

Nope, doesn’t support image attachment display. Ok, back to researching what the hell is wrong with the setup I did for my mobile image posting…

I’ve been having issues with mobile postings, so I thought I’d try email posting…lets see if it works.

And it does, except it doesn’t display attached images…or perhaps it was the .png file format…lets do another test to see…

Not that I have enough people that frequent my site to warrant this, but ChatCreator is a cool service. From the site:

“To create your chatbox which is easily embedded in any web page, type in the desired name of your chatbox which will appear on top. Select the desired color scheme. Write in the desired size in pixels and click GENERATE.”

It’s simple, clean, easy and sets up in seconds. I originally read about it over at Cnet.