The late Tickle Tail

I'm never sure if people believe me when I tell them that I used to dress up my cat. If you're one of those who was on the fence, here is some proof from 1998.



(Please note: the tags are still on the Beanie Babies.)

I’ve always wanted to work for the CIA, but I think this will have to do

I found my new back up job today- working as a spy for PETA.

Blogging about my desire to fill this position won’t help me fill the “confidentially” part of the job description, yet I couldn’t help but share my dream of spying on animal torturers and saving puppies.

Who could say no to this job description?

Research Investigator:

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) seeks full-time investigators to conduct undercover investigations that focus on animal research laboratories, fur farms, factory farms, and animals used for entertainment.
Qualifications:

Candidates will have proven writing skills, keen observation skills, ability to maintain confidentiality and use discretion at all times, and knowledge of animal rights issues. Must be able and willing to move as job requires, relocating for periods of up to one year. Those who cannot travel on a moment’s notice need not apply.

Ever seen a talking yogurt container?

Here is Allen Hall Advertising's entry for the Just Do One" sustainability video competition.

While brainstorming tip ideas we considered "big system changes" such as alternatives to paper cups from the corporate level and the feng shui of recycling. However, after looking at the contest rules we decided a simple tip would be best, hence Mr. Yogurt Container.

Thanks to Ashley Thurkow for editing and Tyler Kirsch for the vocals.

That's an American Doll

I used to quiz my father on the names of all the American Girl dolls. The American girl company had graciously sent me a poster of the five featured dolls, and I valued it dearly. These girls weren’t dolls in my mind; they were my best friends. I’d point to each doll on the poster and request that my father recite the girl’s name. It only seemed right that my dad should know my friends’ names, even if they were plastic.

As my dad retold me this story, he tried to recite the girls’ names. He could only remember Addy, the black girl and Molly, the girl with glasses.

I told him the names of the other three girls and tried to refresh his mind. This is what I said, “Come on dad, you know Felicity- the redhead, Samantha- the brunette and Kristin- the blonde.”

Then it hit me. American Girl taught me that there are five kinds of Americans: Blondes, brunettes, redheads, African Americans and people with glasses.

Granted there are a few more breeds of American Girl dolls today, but I still find it ironic that were only five original “types” of an American Girl. With a name like “American Girl,” you’d hope the doll makers would have a greater taste for diversity.

Everything my father says is true

Ten hours round trip in the car with my dad this weekend was insightful. Along the way we were comforted to drive through such lovely places as Dead Man's Pass and Poverty Road.

Plan B

Everyone needs a plan B. If I can't get a normal job after graduation this June, I would be delighted to spend my time blogging for STA travel. In fact, I think I would rather do this than have a "regular" job.

This is Kim and my shot at the dark at winning this tight travel internship.

Versatility of the "V"

Some of us grow up making "M-birds," and others rest on the simple "V-bird." Yesterday in my primate conservation class I realized exactly why the V-bird is superior to the M-bird.

2 a.m. and I'm making videos about a stuffed tiger

I know this is ridiculous, but we love Niama.