That'll Learn Ya!

While my sweetie was at work, I decided to sneak into the fridge and fry up a few strips of bacon that were officially reserved for our Sunday Morning Breakfast Together as a Couple.

I burned it - within seconds of being introduced to the pan, it was charred and black and inedible. Oh, and I set off the fire alarm too.

I have learned my lesson. :::head bowed in shame:::

Who, me?

I would never edit the past, posting in March to catch up on days I'd missed, making the rest of you look like slack-jawed yahoo's who can't be trusted to post regularly.

Nope.

Maybe it's just me...

Am I wrong?
Is 36 years old too young to be taking this many pills with breakfast?
Makes me worry how many I'll be taking at 60.

If you can correctly identify each pill, you get 10 points.
If you can tell me what that dark spot on my palm is, you get 1000 points.

Weird (Linky Linky Link Link)

I was looking something up about Blade Runner, and I was reminded of Sean Young (rawr), and remembered how she once had talked about how she hated the love scenes she had to do with Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentleman and then I looked up An Officer and a Gentleman on IMDB, and discovered that Sean Young was not in An Officer and a Gentleman - instead, it was Debra Winger I was thinking of, and the really weird thing is during this research, it was revealed that both actresses attended high school in Cleveland Heights, Ohio - now what are the odds that I would confuse two actresses that have such an odd connection?

Amateur Etymologismesque(ish)

Etymology is the study of word origins... 'Etymology' has a Greek basis, meaning true reason. One of the web sites I visit has a word of the day thingy, and today's word was:

Afflatus - a divine imparting of knowledge; inspiration.

This is suspiciously similar to another stuffy word...

Flatus - a fart, or toot. Also known as a butt quack.

I don't claim to know what this means, I'm just an amateur. But if I had to guess, I would say that tooting is a form of expression, maybe even divine. Don't hold back during those inter-departmental meetings. Share the wisdom, as it were.

But I play one on TV

We all think we're experts in everything, thanks to TV - if someone at work mentions a medical symptom, I dive right into a differential diagnosis. If something is lost or stolen, I turn into an impromptu CSI team. It's sad, really.

In some ways we're more savvy because of TV, in other ways, more deluded.

I bring this up because Cindy's car was keyed recently - we don't know if it happened while the car was at home or at work. Since she's a manager where she works, she wonders if she pissed someone off. Who knows? But I took a look at the key-scratch, and it goes like this:

I automatically decided (in my great wisdom) that it looked like an idle keying, not a "F*ck you bitch I hate you!" keying. This is the keyed/scratched pattern on her car, displayed here in yellow to best stand out:

Looks like an idle incident of vandalism, no? So it's not just me? Looks like a jerkoff teenager was wandering the parking lot with his key, and doo-dee-doo, let's scratch some cars at random. As a control, I have created several other possible scenarios - I think Car Keying/Scratching Vandalism Interpretation is a career I might go into - it's pretty cut and dry.

(Mouse over each pic for my interpretation)

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Uh huh. Sure fellah.

If companies were really interested in being green, how about shirts that don't need to be dry cleaned, washed, rinsed, softened, pressed, ironed, starched, and otherwised fussed with? Wash and hang dry, without looking like this.
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'The check is in the mail' kind of thing

When you're in the midst of an IM session with someone, you know when they're typing - there's a little info field that says "Rabbi Krustofski is typing".

Handy!

It would be a neat feature of email programs too - every morning, my sister and I email one another, and sometimes I'm running late or I miss a day. It would be cool if while I was typing my email, if my goodly sister were to check her email, instead of just the glaring 'NO ONE LOVES YOU' of a no new mail screen, it would say "Mike is writing an email to you right now!"

The way this would work: as soon as I entered her name in the To field, a little mini communique would be sent to her email address (actually an email, but short in the way only binary can be, and automatically sent when I begin typing the email).

If I canceled the email or saved it for later, the message on her screen would clear or update, as the applicable. Now, some people would not approve of this feature - so it would be a setting you could toggle, or enable for specific people only.

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Good Griefenzie

Speaking of R-E-S-P-E-C-T...

We passed by a church yesterday, and they had one of those re-arrangeable-letter-signs. They had spelled 'Respect' as 'Recpect'. Good Lord, do these people not listen to music? Who the hell doesn't know Aretha?

I remember when I was a wee grasshopper in knee-pants: "Don't worry, Mikie. If you're lost and you don't know how to spell 'respect', just think of Aretha, and the letters will come." (Sniffle!)

Which leads me to believe that the letter-hanger was a racist, who avoids anything resembling the Rhythm and Blues genre. TSK, sir or ma'am. TSK.
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Etcher's Law #31

Grudging respect is the best kind.
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Make it so

"Abigail," she called out from the study - "Go to the wardrobe. Today I shall wear the apple-bottom jeans. With the fur."
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