Tuesday
The start of a short work week begins… and ends. All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. After work, we had a quiet evening at home and followed it up with dessert and drinks at the V.I.

Song of the Day
My Girl by The Temptations
(and/or Bob Turk by the Temptations for WJZ-TV… from way back in the day)

Stray Toasters

  • Teachers now have to make the grade….
  • Soon, we may have to see how well we learned the lessons taught to us in Deep Impact and Armageddon. And Missile Command. And Asteroids. Why? Oh… just this.
  • From tonight’s “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot” file: I was on the phone, looking out of my office window, when I saw something rather unusual: Westbound traffic on California Avenue. That wasn’t the unusual part. In fact, it was rather run-of-the-mill. The oddity was that the vehicle leading the pack was a van… driving backwards down the street. At roughly the posted speed limit. The driver was doing a remarkable job of keeping the van in its lane. I said “What the Hell….?!” half into the phone when I saw this. I then explained to the person on the other end of the phone why I said that. He seemed to understand.
  • and I took some packages to Ye Olde FedEx Centre this afternoon. While we were waiting for the clerk (not Doug) to finish processing the boxes, someone came up, placed a cooler (like you’d take on a picnic) on the counter, and left. seemed a little shocked that someone would bring a cooler to FedEx to be delivered somewhere.

    Me: It probably has… parts… in it.
    : *blink* *blink* Parts… like… organs?
    Me: *nod*
    : *blink* *blink*

    The clerk confirmed that, indeed, the cooler probably contained a vital organ to be rushed off to a waiting donor. The concept of shipping organs this way seemed FAR outside the boundaries of ‘s paradigm. I, on the other hand, thought that it would make a great commercial:

    ::: Fade In :::

    A man enters a FedEx center, wheeling in a large crate on a hand truck. On the side of the crate, in stenciled letters: Hammond Organ

    Another man enters, carrying an Igloo® cooler. On the side of the cooler: Vital Organ Transport

    The two men look at each other, note the other’s respective parcels and smile, knowingly at each other.

    Voiceover: Organ delivery. Big or small. FedEx. When it absolutely, positively has to be there overnight.

    ::: Fade Out :::

  • I was doing random searches this evening when I came across this site. It gets style points for the name alone.
  • There was an ad for a children’s game called “Gooey Louie” on Cartoon Network tonight. The premise of the game: Pick worm-like… umm… “magic nose goblins” (as Ren and Stimpy would say) from Louie’s nose; if a player picks the “wrong one,” Louie’s head explodes. *boggle* I’m not sure what to make of this…

Quote of the Day
, and I watched tonight’s episode of Samurai Jack (Episode XXVIII) “together.” Kind of. and I watched it here, s_l watched it at her place; we were all connected via AIM. Chatting with people online while watching a show can add a new dimension of entertainment to your viewing experience. During one scene, Jack and the rave kids were dancing. All of them were doing the same moves, at the same time. The IM exchange that followed made me laugh:

[20:13] : WTF!?
[20:13] : It’s a rave.
[20:13] : Raver Line Dancing!?
[20:13] : Binkey and all!?
[20:13] : *nod*

Namaste.