She's 23 Years OId. It's fine, really.

So I have a crush on Amy Pond, the latest companion on Doctor Who. It's fine. It's her attitude that I like best; she's sparky. For some reason, I like her most when she's peeved or freaked out.



In this last pic, the Doctor has just handed Amy an apple that she herself cut a smiley face on when she was 9 years old. That would indeed be freaky...

I was really excited about this new season, as you might have read here - but so far this year has not been up to my expectations, which to be fair are pretty high. Amy Pond is probably the best thing about the new season.

Matt Smith has been doing a fine job as the Doctor - I think it's the writing that's not up to snuff. Weeping Angels breaking people's necks? Come on.

Best Diaper Commercial in History

I don't want to ruin any part of this. Just click here.

Three Beeps Too Many

We bought a new microwave a few months ago, after I dropped the glass plate of the last unit, and it shattered into a million tiny shards. The old unit was over ten years old, and did not have a model number or any other information. I tried three or four different glass plates in it, but none of them fit.

So! New Microwave! It's a pretty little unit made by Emerson, with a snazzy red color scheme. It works well, does its job.

But the BEEPING! Good Lord, the BEEPING. When it's finished cooking something, it beeps not once, not twice, but way too many freaking times. It must have something to prove... What is going through its little brain?

BEEP (They might wonder if they really heard me BEEP, better BEEP again)

BEEP BEEP (Hello? Well they still might not hear me, better BEEP again)

BEEP BEEP BEEP (Anyone there? I'm so damn lonely. Perhaps they're in the other room, folding laundry. Better BEEP again)

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP (I like this sound! I think I'll just keep it up! Maybe I can turn it into a song)

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP (Ha! That'll teach 'em! Fuckers! I loved that shelf at Wal-Mart and this place sucks!)

That's right folks, FIVE VERY LOUD BEEPS. I don't think I'm alone here, but that's too damn many BEEPS. I've never been so motivated to learn how to hack an electronic item. I'd even be happy with zero BEEPS. If there was a speaker, I would tape over it or cut the wires. Yeesh!

But there isn't a speaker, so I'm stuck hovering by the damn microwave, ready to stop it the split second before it reaches '0'. And god forbid I get distracted and the damn thing goes off. It seems to BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP even louder, as if in wicked glee. I've actually sprinted across the apartment, trying to make it in time, only to be denied.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

5 BEEPS, Emerson? Really? Seriously now. Was there no focus group testing?

What day is it? Doesn't Matter.

Have you seen this Men's Wearhouse commercial yet? Good fun.

This one's not bad either.

I am easily amused

QR Codes are popping up everywhere. I just created one for my blog. It works! You don't even need to print it out, you can just 'scan' it right from the monitor. Bwa ha! Hee hee!

I downloaded the 'QR App' for iPhone, it works well though there are likely better apps - this one is free.

Reminds Me of Home

My parents in Cleveland use this wheel-spinny doohicky to tell the gas meter reading person what they should be charged, since their meter is in the basement. You check your meter, set the appropriate levels for each gauge, and hang this card on your door via a little suction cup or magnet.

It always struck me as odd that the meters weren't designed and built to be in the front yard near the sidewalk, at easy eye level where the meter reader could walk down the block and take readings, avoiding angry dogs, locked gates, landmines and etc - I mean, putting the meter in the basement? That's not efficient at all.

It won't be long until all of our meters will be tweeting their readings directly back to the utility, and the wheel-spinny doohickies will be no more.

Ha

The DeLorean would never dent the TARDIS. As if.

DAMN

This makes all my problems seem stupid.

Is he a drummer?
Are those drum sticks?
Some sort of chopsticks?
Steve Erwin?

50 'Good Husband' Points!

I was chatting with a coworker yesterday, talking about my good lady wife.

"Yeah, I was talking with my life about that -" Blink. "Talking with my WIFE about that."

As Freudian slips go, this one is a zinger. Wait, is 50 points enough?

Home Row Enforcer

Fun at Mom & Dad's House

Cindy: Oh God! What IS that?

Mike: What's what?

Cindy: Is that a vacuum cleaner cozy?

Mike: (Averting gaze) I don't know what you mean.

Cindy: I mean THAT!

Mike: Oh, that's Sarah. She-

Cindy: It's creepy, that's what it is.

Mike: (Waving hands in warning, whispering) No!

Cindy: What?

Mike: (Voice even, speaking very deliberately, as if a warning) Sarah isn't a cozy. She's a member of the family.

Cindy: Don't give me that...

Mike: (Eyes wide, as if their lives depend on the next few moments, still whispering) Don't... Look her in the eye. She hates that. It's a challenge.

Cindy's eyes twitch involuntarily toward Sarah.

Mike: Just move... Careful now... BOO! (He grabs Cindy by the shoulders.)

Cindy: You ass!