Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical,...– Alan Moore (via affremblequotes)
Love Actually. Blogged by the Minute.
All observances will be as time-indexed as is reasonable. 1:17 - Hugh Grant is speaking and I don’t want to smack him. Yet. 1:50 - 9/11 reference. Don’t know why that bugs me. 2:14 - Bill Nighy can’t sing for crap. It’s not the terrible song’s fault either. 3:43 - The melodic arrangement isn’t terrible. 5:46 - First laugh of the movie. It took 5 minutes to get...
For a second adolescence, quit smoking! The emotional immaturity, the mood swings… it’s like you’re 17 again, but without the benefits!
Perhaps the rest of the world is getting smarter, but I think it’s more likely that someone is feeding me lead-based food additives.
I have upset the plumbing gods, for there is macaroni *everywhere*.
I don’t think I need to explain why the cat is covered in breadcrumbs.
Feeling kinda saturnine. Or like I want to pick a fight. Anything but being productive, really.
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The topic of organizational jargon came up during lunch yesterday, so this piece about USPS jargon was apropos. In a former life I worked at a copy shop. Our internal term is one that I still use to this day: Quagmire. Any print job or customer that was outside of normal difficulty was a quagmire, or more often, a Quag-Job. Which just sounds funny.
You think this internet thing is great, eh? Listen, *I* remember the days of yore when we could use it to complain about our coworkers.
Not sure why I’m so itchy this afternoon. It’s probably all the spamming of our customers that I’m doing… it’s making me feel dirty.
Just burned a 16kb txt file to CD—they wanted a floppy—because apparently it’s “easier” than emailing it. Which was only true >20 years ago.
There is no better movie to watch before Opening Day than The Natural. Bull Durham is good too, but with poorer music and no Redford.
They should never have built the New York Stock Exchange over an Indian...– Jeffrey Zeldman (via yourmonkeycalled)
I’m forgetting the term for mistyping a url and going to someplace totally unintended. In titter.com’s case, I think the word is: despair.
After 3 days of severe congestion, both ears FINALLY cleared on the walk back from lunch. Should be fine as long as I don’t sneeze… uh-oh.