Mostly harmless

hmmm a box of official Dairy Queen Ice Cream sammiches...
unch unch unch... hmmmm....

just about time for bed... a couple more geeky things to look at and then it's quitting time. :D

randomness...

~ have you seen the recent "In Style" magazine? The one with Kate Hudson on the cover... The pictures of her inside... she looks remarkably like kristylicious... although not quite as good looking. But seriously...

~ I got a [ :: cool post card :: ]from Jean Jean ... the dancing machine... (ldygwynedd)... thank you sweets... the concept of a treasure coast is the stuff of little boys dreams... :D

~ I hope things are well with recently mommy-it-ized amyaustin... and that maggie... a mommy-to-be again!!! is doing ok... I know things can be difficult... beeeeelieve me... and I feel for you both. :D

~ I really thing huakai's sleepy girl icon is one of the cutest things in the universe...

and ... I'm killa tired... I wonder if I have the cells to get those geeky things done??

either way... ni ni..
sweet dreams.

Yeah so after the US troops tossed several hundred thousand dollars worth of munitions into that house and managed to seperate Mooky and Pukey from their corporal existence, the news is full of talk about IRAQ again... and I'm listening to this talk radio deal this morning when they get this guy on from the "Center For Strategic Planning" or something in Jersey, you know, one of those offices where everybodys brains are leaking out all over the place. They describe him as a "Senior Fellow"... what's with that handle... "Fellow"... what if it was a woman? would she be a "Senior Fella"? or what if he was slightly effeminant? Slightly effeminant and enjoyed Lebanese food? You know... a Senior Fellow, Kind'of'a Fella, enjoy'en a Falafel*... and realized later that I hadn't really listened to anything he said because I was all caught up in the stupid name. They really ought to change the handle...

It started out with sun today but quickly moved into the realm of cloud and threatening rain... we never managed to have any T-Storms yesterday... but I can keep hoping 'cause they're in the offing again today.

wearing
~ gray ftls
~ dk blue dockers
~ well, I was wearing a long sleeve silk shirt... till I noticed the havoc my deoderant was playing with it... so it's two tone blue golf shirt time... :D
planning
~ to slack off and fuck the dog all day... grrrr... I wish. :D hahaha...
~ more lab system development (now that Mr. Insolent KVM is my obediant bitch)
~ write about BB4 at some point
~ go to some security seminar at lunch...
~ Geo soccer game after work ...
~ BB4 on tonight... tape tape tape.
wishing
~ I was hanging out with my pal kimberly90210 because that way I could spend the day humming softly to myself ... you know... making a variable speed buzzing noise...
~ that my very precious friend, pookfreak, has a safe trip and ... well, doesn't arrive with a bag of garbage in her hand.
~ to point out two converse opinions ... one: aristophren dude!!! you don't pass up on a sure thing... you never know what you'll learn. and two: aristophren brother... good boy... you always question a sure thing... you never what you'll catch...
~ to just point out to ladonne... well... 3:44!!!!
~ and, er... xaheras... it's monkey time. :D

Ok look... I forgot the posters again today and now it's really starting to bug me...

* got the spelling for falafel by going to m-w.com. Go there! no no.. really go there now. look something up... it pops a window up with a little "speaker" icon... so you can hear the correct pronounciation... and yes... all the fun words are there too. what fun. :D

Big Brother 4 Update!!

The Garden Gnome Show

Mmk... someone calls the Veto medallion "Bling-Bling" and, I’m sorry, but that is the dumbest word in the universe... it’s only fun as a dogs name and that would be just one "bling". However you slice it, it seems to be way too heavy for even Ranger Dave to handle it properly. Instead, we get people salad, and a Jun leaving a slime trail everywhere she crawls.

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Emtarkanderundersgunderson... word!

And a final thought before the work day wraps...

Yesterday, as I drove out of the parking lot at work and joined the first line of like minded four wheelers in the quest for a dinner table, I did something that cannot possibly be described as anything less than The Stupidest Thing EverEverEver. (pretty cool technical jargon huh).

See, my little honda has a dash shelf... you know, a space below the odometer that you can toss a pen and yer ... er... sunglasses. A very useful space... normally.
Alrighty, so I'm in-the-turn... you with me here? streering wheel fully rotated to the left to make a 90 degree turn.... and blam... brilliant sunlight catches me.
No problemo... because my handy dandy dash-shelf is currently being employed to play host to my sunglasses. I reach through the stearing wheel spacers to grab em.

How we doing so far... have you noted the exceptionally stupid thing yet? it's happened... right there in the last paragraph.
We're talking upper crust of stupid here... like in the nobel prize class of dumb. You saw it didn't ya...
Indeed... it was the reaching through part.
Why? you might ask why... but then again, you might also staple your arm regularly too, so your questions are hardly important.
Never the less, I started this so I'll finish it.

Let's start part two of this story... the explanation phase , by giving it a title... (that was it... the title... "explanation phase")
We could have called it Why my forarm is so sore.
Ok, here we go...

When you are half way through a 90 degree turn to the left you are a mere split second away from bringing your steering wheel back from all those rotations to the left.
If your arm is through the streering wheel when these rotations begin you are recreating a circumstance not entirely different from ramming a steel bar through the spokes of a motorcycle as it rolls past you... although my steering wheel has far fewer spokes than a cool motocycle wheel and, while I am quite manly in my own special way, not a whole lot of people mistake my arm for a steel bar. So maybe it's a lot different. Whatever.

The point is that the steering wheel did in fact want to do a bunch of turning to the right to straighten out the turn and it was inhibited in this process by the presence of my "steel bar" arm that was now busy releasing it's hand grip on the sunglasses.

Get this picture in your mind... little blue honda, arm wedged to the point of almost breaking in a stearing wheel... streaming sunlight lighting up my face - including the gaping black hole of my screaming mouth... as my not-so-much-like-steel-arm (more like a spongy baseball bat) refused to simply snap in half. The upshot of all this is that the wheel turned back to the left... turning my 90 degree left turn into a 135 degree turn to the left.

It's about here in the story that I should talk about the Staples Business Depot delivery truck that was approaching in the lane normally reserved for oncoming traffic on this road. This lane was now being used not only for oncomming traffic but also for screaming dumb asses stuck in their steering wheels.

Everything about this story ends with the sound of screaching breaks, shaking heads and my cat like reflexes disentagling myself from the steering column and doing my level best, and failing misserabley (btw) to look like I meant to do that.

Todays lesson: Handy Dandy Shelf Dash's are excellent sunglasses holders... However, do not access them by reaching through the steering wheel... evva!

Ok.. time to go ... see ya tonight...

oh... the sun is shining... wonders where his sunglasses are....