
I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen a mink anything for $5.48.
(For the record, it’s actually just tan. No fur involved. Very comfy though.)

I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen a mink anything for $5.48.
(For the record, it’s actually just tan. No fur involved. Very comfy though.)
The Nene (roughly nay-nay), a.k.a. the Hawaiian Goose, is Hawaii’s state bird. It’s also endangered. There’s supposed to be a (comparatively) large population in Hawai‘i Volcanoes National Park, but we didn’t see a single one all week. All we saw were a zillion of these signs warning us to avoid hitting them. Maybe it was the wrong time of year, the wrong time of day, or they’re all hiding away from the road.
They warn you not to feed the Nenes either. The concern is that it will encourage them to hang out near roads where they’re more likely to be killed. This reminds me of another bird we did see a lot of. Whatever it was, they were either very stupid or very confident in drivers’ abilities to avoid them, because they would just amble across the road, pausing occasionally, making no effort to dodge the cars zooming at them at 35, 45, or 55 MPH. It was several days before we saw one actually bother to fly a few feet!
Here’s a candidate for Engrish.com if I ever saw one… except it’s aimed at the US market. This is from the back of a small metal Justice League figurine:

OK, I understand what they’re saying, it could break into small parts that could be a choking hazard. But the phrasing is awkward at best, and sounds like it belongs in a tech manual, not on a simple toy.
This is a credit card offer I received today. What’s wrong with this picture?
The two offers—10% of your interest returned, and 0% interest—both look great by themselves…but put them together and that 10% looks rather uninteresting.
Driving through the lava fields of North Kona, you’ll see signs like these:


After coffee companies stopped using donkeys for transportation, they turned them loose, and a herd of wild donkeys roamed the fields. They apparently picked up the nickname “Kona nightingales” from their, uh, “singing.” They’ve since been moved up to greener—and less traveled— pastures on the lower slopes of Mauna Kea, but the signs remain.
One can only assume the Kona nightingales were the inspiration for Surfin’ Ass Coffee Company and the signature island confection:

For the record: 1-inch macadamia nuts dipped in chocolate.
Diner: I was here thirty years ago and had the best beer I’ve ever tasted, anywhere in the world. <pause> This is the worst.
Waiter: I’m sorry, sir, I can’t do anything about that. It’s Budweiser.
