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The kitchens here at Microsoft have these nifty little Starbucks brew-on-demand coffee machines. One of the two in my floor’s kitchen has suffered some sort of failure and is showing a “brewer failure” message on its small, text-based display screen. Someone stuck a Post-It next to it saying “Brew Screen of Death.” Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…
Last night was the annual pumpkin-carving fiesta, where we joyfully assaulted helpless gourds (gourds that were stolen away from their friends and loved ones weeks ago) with saws and body scrapers, gutting them and then displaying their mutilated remains for our neighbors to enjoy. To add to the overall gruesomeness, we even added flames to [...]
Barry, one of the two people I share an office with, returned from a trip to the kitchen and expressed this quietly brilliant nugget of wisdom: I just realized this place is like a casino: There are no clocks, it’s hard to find the exits, the drinks are free, and if you stay here long [...]
(Only my second one ever.) Those of you who don’t live in houses or live in drier climates won’t know what I’m talking about, but you PNWers will: You know that slimy, smelly, partially decomposed goo that lives in your gutters and that you need to clean out once a season? I hereby christen it “gutter [...]
I’m washing my hands when a big guy (like, at least 6’6″) heads into a stall with a couple cans of Coke. ‘Cause… he was going to be working up enough of a sweat that he wanted to be sure to hydrate? The carbonation was going to help break something loose? Man, I don’t wanna know, [...]
As I drove around this morning, I saw a very dirty white truck with finger scribbles on the back. Instead of the usual “Wash me,” though, someone had written “Also available in white.” Maybe you’ve seen that before, but it was a first for me and I almost lane-changed from laughing.
[...]the same woman who was skating nude near the Portland waterfront, when several complaints were made, and police told her to tone it down after some construction workers complained. [emphasis mine] I don’t recognize the world anymore. I mean, isn’t that a staple of the stereotypical construction worker life?
I saw a second-generation Prius yesterday with big ol’ alloy wheels on it. Kinda defeats the purpose of the car itself, a bit.
I heard Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” on the local classic rock station yesterday.
Video entry this time. I gotta figure out how to make part of this into a ringtone for my phone.
And speaking of the Oscars, this is what one commenter in the “Oscar Wrapup 2007” post at John Scalzi’s “Whatever” had to say (in part): I hope Jennifer Hudson and Al Gore both Tivo’d Helen Mirren’s acceptance speech. That’s how you do it, bitches – class without the silent Cl. (This has nothing to do with [...]
An amusing little parable, via the blog “essays & effluvia”: The 7th Day.
After years of training, I now have a cat that’s so unconcerned by the vacuum cleaner that he can’t be bothered to shift his furry self when he’s in the way, and a 3 year-old that runs from the room with her hands over her ears whenever you turn the (admittedly loud) vacuum on.
I’m lucky enough that I have an indoor job at a company that lets me wear pretty much whatever I want to work, so I wear shorts every day. Yes, every day, including during the winter, mainly ’cause they’re the closest you can get to wearing “jammies” all day, yet aren’t quite as sloppy-looking as [...]
Dusty Scott’s (“Mental Drippings”) recent post about Cynthia McKinney amused me and it might you, too.