July 2004 Archives
Cologne/perfume: What all do you have? What's your favorite (for yourself or others)?
On my bathroom counter is Gap Dream, Gap Om, CK One, Tommy Girl, and Healing Garden Waters' Pure Joy.
Does anybody remember the spoken word ditty Ponderous by 2NU?
No? Okay.
Last week, Sunshine Sinatra and I spotted each other pulling Slim-Fast out of the fridge at break time. Since then we've been talking a lot about diet and exercise. About habits and tricks and goals and likes and dislikes. Yesterday he brought in a photo of himself five years and 150 pounds ago. Today it culminated in, "It's hard to get a date, much less get laid when you're my size."
So I was inspired when I went grocery shopping tonight.
Why do I not listen to myself?
I'm supposed to be guest blogging for my sister while she's moving this week. I've barely maintained around here and my inboxes are a mess. How is it Friday already?
Since my accounting error, all I've done is eat at home, and not very much at that. So I'm rewarding myself with food this weekend. I'll stock up at the grocery store, but I want something else and I can't decide what. It's between pizza and chinese.
Dude. Payday. Sweet.
It's been in the 70s and sunny all week except for one day when it rained and even that was okay. Perfect weather. For May. Not that I'm complaining. This is actually my Ideal Weather Comfort Zone.
This is my sixth and last day of work this week. I realize there are plenty of people who work more and get less sleep than I do, but I'm ready for a freakin' break. Yay, Saturday.
Dude. Weekend. Sweet.
I threw a chicken breast on the Foreman Grill. Six minutes later I slathered it with Frank's Hot Sauce and Hidden Valley Ranch. I just finished the chicken and there was some hot-ranch sauce left over. Nummy. :9
I got a message from my friend who needs a new roommate the other day. She mentioned a couple things about the possible rental arrangement and at the end of the message she threw in, "Oh, and I've got a silly little personal question for you."
Now, if somebody left you this message, what would you think? I almost didn't want to call her back right away. It could be totally innocent. Or it could be totally not.
I sucked it up and called her the next day. Told her I was checking out some other rental options and found out exactly how much she wanted to charge me. Then she says something like, "Yeah, so, this girl I volunteer with broke up with her girlfriend a few months ago and normally I don't do the matchmaker thing but she is so nice and so cute and I really think you two should meet. I mean, even if it just worked out as friends or something, I think you guys should meet."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud and thanked her for looking out for me. She said she won't see her for a couple weeks, and if she misses her then, she'll call her.
It's interesting because I've only actually talked about my being gay with a handful of my friends up here. With the exception of GirlTalker and one other person who both got told when I was really drunk, it just hasn't come up. Or I haven't brought it up. Mainly because I haven't dated anyone (or tried looking) in that long and because when I was sort of messing around with someone, it was on the downlow. A few years ago I passively aggressively plopped the rainbow sticker on the car and that was it. I figure everybody knows, it just hasn't come up. But now it has!
So, yeah, anyway. This makes me nervous, but it's also pretty cool.
He's a Blogging Brit.
He's round of head.
He's practically my neighbor.
He's Andy!
And he was TCB's Minnesota Blog of the Day on Tuesday.
I was just thinking to myself yesterday about how a handful of sports in Michigan high school athletics — most notably girls' basketball and volleyball — play their seasons opposite the college schedule and almost every other state in the country. In Michigan, girls' basketball is in the fall and girls' volleyball is in the winter.
And then I ran across this Freep article on the subject. The 6th Circuit Court of Appeals has ruled that Michigan's schedule is unfair to the girls playing these sports because it reduces their chances to participate in the same club play and college recruiting activities that everyone else in the country does. That said, I don't quite understand how the whole thing is billed as a Gender Equity Lawsuit.
The defense claims that the switch will throw these sports (especially basketball) into more direct competition with the boys, to the girls' detriment. Competition for facilities and competition for spectators. Boys' and girls' golf, tennis, and soccer are also affected, but basketball is the only sport involved in the switch that will result in boys and girls competing in the same season where they don't currently. Hence the particular concern over facilities.
I figure if the rest of the country does it this way, I don't see why Michigan can't do it that way. The transition year will be a bigger inconvenience for club sport scheduling than for school sport scheduling. However, I can't imagine where my little high school will be holding two or three extra practices per day in the winter. I haven't been back in a while, but I'm pretty sure they haven't added on a second basketball court.
Tino on multiculturalism:
So: Americans not speaking French or Spanish or German and going to visit France or Spain or Germany? Xenophobia. But people not speaking English and coming to live in the United States? Well, that’s multiculturalism. And if any English-speaking Americans point out that you’ll be more successful in this country if you’re able to communicate with people, now that’s xenophobia and racism, not to mention ‘dangerous’. Yeah, that sounds like a plausible philosophy.
In a really messed up sort of way.
Feecal, the little chocolate starfish
You gotta love the little jingle thing. "Feeeeecallll, the little chocolate starfiiiiiish!" I've had that stuck in my head. Okay, the Feecal and Friends soft sculpture is kinda cute, too. Feecal has pigtails! *tug*
(via Captain Normal)
When I moved back to Minne-scro-ta last fall I saw these "I {heart} my Cub" bumper stickers on people's cars that I hadn't seen before. I figured there was some sort of promotion that took place in the time I was gone. I didn't know it was a secret lesbian code.
Detroit Shock center Ruth Riley is the newest member of the women's Olympic basketball team since Delisha Milton-Jones busted her knee. Yay, Ruth!
Speaking of busted knees, Katie Smith is out from now until the Olympic break with some sort of sprain. I think the next few weeks are gonna be *ahem* tough for the Lynx.
Not the time zone.
I was playing along with some little promotion thing that Northwest Airlines had going on, trying to scrape up some more frequent flyer miles. I supposedly have won 1,000 bonus miles, but it'll take 8-10 weeks after the promotion ends to see it in my account.
But that's only because I'm a U.S. resident. My confirmation e-mail had this to say:
Canadian Residents: Your miles will be credited to your account 8-10 weeks after the receipt of your correctly answered Canadian Skills Test. The Skills Test is attached to this email. Please return it within the next ten (10) days. If you do not return the skills test within this timeframe, another winner will be selected.
If you think that sounds a little strange, take a look at the test.
Even though I can't get BitTorrent to work for shit, bitoogle looks pretty handy for all your torrent searching needs.
My esteemed alma mater has been implicated in a scandal. I'm so ashamed.
A little late, because in the blog world, two days later is too late, and this is from ten days ago. Anyway, quiz on. Red or Blue—Which Are You?
It's not quite so simple as Democrat vs Republican.
Emily is always looking out for me. Knowin' I like chai and I like to drink, she points me towards the Chaitini:
2 parts Stoli Vanilla
2 parts Oregon Chai Tea
1 part Goldschlager
dash of cream
rim the glass with cinnamon and sugar
Who's heading to the liquor store on payday? That's right. Gawd, that is ghetto.
He said "rim." Hnh hnh.
When my roommate moved out, he left behind a mostly-eaten pint of Häagen-Dazs Bananas Foster in the freezer.
We start with creamy, smooth banana ice cream and infuse it with a sweet swirl of brown sugar and rum.
Yes. Yes, you do. Fuck me in the ass, that is delicious. If I can't actually have Bananas Foster, I want this ice cream. Guess who's heading to the grocery store after heading to the liquor store on payday? That's right.
Did I mention that Laura Billings is my favorite Pioneer Press columnist? Yeah.
Thongs, kilts and cardigans leave readers ruminating
LAURA BILLINGS
It seems nothing gets under people's skin in the summer like a hot debate about thong undies. Ever since I uncovered the deep schism that exists between moms and daughters when it comes to matters unmentionable, I've been hearing it on both ends. Here are some thoughts from the reader mailbag about the latest in foundations, and other matters of fashion.
I slept through The Amazing Race. Sonofabitch. I was totally gonna set the VCR before I went to that stupid company picnic and I didn't do it, and then I went right back to sleep when I got home. And I just got up. Dang.
I gotta give Kirstie Alley props for taking her fate in her own hands with this Fat Actress project. It sounds like it could actually be funny.
I saw this picture (swiped from Wizbang) and my first thought was, "She looks like Hoss!"
Backstory for the Relative Newcomer
Hoss is my aunt. One of my dad's sisters. My mom's mom took to calling her "Horse." I don't know if it's because of her big braying laugh or because of a physical resemblance. Grandma's feisty like that.
Anyway, when Emily and I got wind of "Horse" we kinda turned it into "Hoss" because that's just more fun to say. When Hoss was pregnant with her twin daughters, she done blowed up like a balloon and stayed that way ever since. She might be a little bigger than Kirstie Alley is in that picture, though. However big she is, she's a pain in everyone's ass. Issues.
The twin daughters are now known (to me and Emily) (um, and all our friends) as The Ponies. I thought I had some pictures of Hoss and The Ponies up in hyeah, but they're gone now.
Project Blog is a go, as of 7:00 a.m. (CDT).
You can still make pledges. If you're feeling generous looking for someone to sponsor, go to Project Blog and hit up Natalie, who's blogging for Kids Against Hunger and is working a charity event within this charity event today.
Other Project Bloggers I know (of) are Angela, Wendy, and Joelle. And there are a ton more so look for someone you know or a cause you like and pledge away.
And read along and leave comments. Or do like me and sleep now, so you can be up to leave comments in the wee hours when people start freaking out and getting desperate. It's for charity.
Last week I was trying to track down a copy of Ave Maria. I forget what inspired me to do this. I had no idea it would be so hard to do. I finally figured out that I ought to find out what the different arrangements are and search for those specifically.
I now know that the Charles Gounod composition seems to be the more popular, but what I was looking for was the Franz Schubert composition. I also found out that the Latin lyrics are actually wrong.
The Latin "Ave Maria" prayer text is commonly forced to fit Schubert's notes, and it almost succeeds with a few awkward places here and there. However, the text of the "Hail Mary" prayer bears little resemblance to the original poem of this Lied. It is unknown who first forced this setting, but it is a fact that the song with its "adapted" Latin words is now the version most commonly performed. What Schubert actually wrote, he called Ellens dritter Gesang (D839) (Ellen's third song). The words are from a German translation of a work by Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake, and Schubert set six or seven songs from this work. In this particular scene Ellen Douglas, in hiding, prays to the Virgin Mary. Schubert's setting was a simple Lied for voice with piano accompaniment.
[listen to the German]
Anyway, I'm not so picky about Latin vs German. Now that I know which arrangement I like, I need to find just the right version. Most of what I found was various big name tenors (Pavarotti, Domingo, Carreras, Lanza, Bocelli), and I hated every one of those. I found a Johnny Mathis version that I like best so far but is still unsatisfying. I've also got a version of Leontyne Price backed by a choir that I like, though I still prefer a male voice to a female voice on this song.
I figured there had to be a Josh Groban version out there, but so far I've only found him doing the Bach/Gounod, not the Schubert. Josh Groban turns me into a puddle. I don't like about 90% of the songs he's put out, but his voice is so unbelievable it doesn't really matter what he's singing. It's so smooth and effortless. My favorite Josh Groban performance is when he sang the national anthem at the Lions-Packers Thanksgiving Day game in 2001.
So, still looking for the perfect Ave Maria, but I'm content with what I've got for the moment. And there's a little Saturday cultcha for ya.
Ave Maria (Bach/Gounod) - Andrea Bocelli
Ave Maria (Schubert) - Johnny Mathis
Ave Maria (Schubert) - Leontyne Price with the Choir of St. Thomas
Star Spangled Banner - Josh Groban
She calls herself Swirly Girl, she just moved to Detroit(ish), and she listens to Guster.
If her last name is Amante, I'm calling TIPS.
Wednesday's Joke of the Day at work, courtesy of Big Worm:
What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?
The Federal Marriage Amendment didn't pass in the Senate, but the Marriage Protection Act did pass in the House. (via Shawty)
Lovely. Hateful. Question of Constitutionality aside, still hateful.
I had that on my mind when I ventured across Dave's story.
Today at work I had to go to the other building to pick up some sample products that were finished, and when I got to the manufacturing area, the person I had been dealing with was in a meeting. Instead, a cute chunky guy with a preppie hair cut, bushy goatee, and bright blue eyes greeted me, saying hello and smiling at me. I introduced myself, wanting to find out his name. It's Dale.
He helped me out, practically beaming at me the whole time. I got the stuff I came for, and as I was on my way out, he patted me on the back. It was as I was leaving that I noticed the wedding ring. If this were a gay world and it was heterosexuality that was the minority, I wouldn't have hestitated to ask him what he was doing after work. Unfortunately it's not.
Just what the hell kind of world do we live in? And what kind of world will we be living just a few decades down the road? There are so many glimpses of how comfortable life could be, and so many screaming signs of how uncomfortable life actually is. Ignorance really is bliss.
Sunshine Sinatra and I have been having a lot of fun at work lately. Singing and dancing and telling jokes and being goofy and just having good conversation. I decided I'd open his eyes to the wonder and marvel of Badger/Mushroom/Snake and Peanut Butter Jelly Time.
My boss, cute little thang that she is, got a kick out of the banana. He didn't think they were funny, but it sure didn't keep him from singing them for the rest of the night (and doing the badger squat thing with his arms out to the side).
In return, he introduced me to Joe Cartoon Gerbil Toons. Gerbil in a Light Socket is my favorite. Fucking. Hysterical. I couldn't breathe and choked on my own saliva. Oh my god, I was rollin'.
Joe Fish and Gerbil Bar are also pretty good. Make sure you turn that sound up. The gerbil sort of mutters sometimes. It's also maybe borderline not work-safe. No dirty pictures, but there's some cussing and it's a cartoon gerbil. You've heard the gerbil jokes. Just so ya know.
And I totally want this t-shirt.
I noticed today that each week's episode of The Amazing Race repeats on Saturday evenings. I presume this is happening everywhere, so check your local listings if there's some sort of emergency and you miss it Tuesday night. An emergency like, say, your power flickers out just long enough to erase the time and all the programs from your VCR. *grumble*
Keifer Sutherland is the only 24 cast member to return full time next season. I don't know how I feel about this. Of course you can't have the show without Jack, but everyone else, too? It makes sense given how the President Palmer and the Tony/Michelle stories ended last season. But... but.... Ooh, but on the bright side, this means no Kim, either.
This Saturday, 24 July, is the big day for Project Blog. The Blogathon is on hiatus and Project Blog has taken up the slack for this year. Basically, participating bloggers post once every 30 minutes for 24 hours. And they do it all for charity. You can hit up Project Blog to see all the participants and the charities they're blogging for.
Natalie works for and is blogging for Kids Against Hunger.
The biggest commitments we've made recently involve helping the Rainbow Network - they have a really great feeding program in places all across Nicaragua that's facing some cuts, so I want to be able to give them some supplemental foods. Also, Sudan is in a terrible state at the moment, as you well know if you watch, oh, ANY freaking news channel. Third, I have a rather large network in place to ship humanitarian goods into Cuba. The whole nine yards - food, medical equipment, clothing, shoes, bedding, household items, etc. My biggest stumbling block with Cuba (before the boss had a stroke) was finding an ethical church or civic group to send the stuff to. I am cautious about using established "humanitarian organizations" because other organizations like mine have had bad experiences with them. These established organizations are often products of the Cuban government who receive the free goods, then keep them from the people. I want a grass-roots kind of thing going on whereas I ship a little bit to this church, a little bit to that food shelf, etc. So if anyone has any ties in Cuba to trust-worthy people please do let me know and I'll contact them. They need help so badly.
So there are a couple of ways you can help me out. Donate, hook me up with some contacts, or - if you can't do those - at least please consider a link to my effort here on the 24th. Additionally, gifts-in-kind are always appreciated. If you have something you'd like to send overseas to a particular region or in general, please contact me to work out shipping. The only real restrictions are that it can't be actual medicines and it can't have a religious theme, as our shipping is done via the Department of Defense. Separation of church and state and all that.
Here's what your donation dollars do for Kids Against Hunger:
Just to give you some idea - we produce nutritionally-complete meals for 23 cents a piece. So, in general...
- $1 is enough for 4 meals
- $5 is enough for 21 meals
- $10 is enough for 43 meals
- $20 is enough for 86 meals
- $50 is enough for 217 meals
- $100 is enough for 434 meals
- $500 is enough for 2,173 meals
AND, if you still need incentive, here's Natalie's job self-description:
I'm kinda like Batman except without all of the repressed homosexuality.
What more do you need to know? Help a sista out. It's for a good cause. And watch Pickle Juice and all the other Project Blog participants on Saturday (and for sure on Sunday morning).
Chris has my panties. Swear to gawd, I have these on right now.
"Does it ever seem to you like the Spanish seem to get all the chicks/guys? Well with an authentic Really Bad Ethnic Stud Name(R), you can start scoring all kinds of dates!"
"Look out, dating world! Prepare yourself for the red-hot, exotic sex machine that is..."
Veronica Amante
*crickets*
Right. Well. It was worth a try.
Take The Ethnic Stud Name Generator today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
(via Brent)
FYI. This year's theme is "Stronger at Home, Respected in the World." We'll see about that.
I thought it was interesting that they took submissions from the public, or at least that they published them. Is that normal? Did they solicit them or did people just send them in?
(via Dean)
Company name etymologies. Some people thought harder about it than others. Some were accidents. Some are just Japanese.
Also, country name etymologies. Mostly just descriptive.
(via TCB)
The other day, I had the overwhelming urge to obtain a pet, just so I could name it Isosceles.
That seems like more of a cat name than a dog name.
I should maybe keep a pet name list. Just like I keep a list of names I like for all the children I'll never have.
I don't know. Don't ask.
It is so weird that Lauren should bring up armpit hair because I spent half the day yesterday thinking about it.
I realize that all the hair that grows on our bodies has a particular purpose. A safety purpose. And it makes sense that hair should be thicker in some places than in others. Protecting the more sensitive/critical areas, whatnot.
But I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what it is about armpits that is so evolutionarily important that they should be so fuzzy. Is it protection against friction? What else could it be?
Seriously, this is really bothering me.
I ought to make my next few weeks home alone "socially vigorous." Word in the Olympic Village is that Canadians and Aussies are the hardiest partiers, and the French are the dirtiest. I believe it. Though this doesn't sound sexy at all:
Kent remembers sitting in the village, watching athletes walk through the door and playing a game of Guess What They Do. "The bikers have skinny little upper bodies, farmer tans and massive, clean-shaven thighs. Invert them and you get the kayakers, who have skinny little legs and massive backs and shoulders. The seven-foot-tall giant who ducks under the doorway entering the cafeteria is probably from basketball. The seven-foot giant who smacks his head on the door frame is definitely a rower; they don’t have that hand-eye co-ordination thing. The kids running at the rowers’ ankles with the high-pitched voices are gymnasts. It just goes on and on. Being at the village is like taking your place in a wild anatomical parade seen nowhere else on the planet."
Your assignment is to use "socially vigorous" in a sentence one time this week. Preferably in a conversation with people. Blogging it is cheating.
(via Shawty)
Mystery solved. The short answer:
A Hemi is a type of engine. It's got hemispherical combustion chambers. This shape enhances their thermal efficiency and airflow.
Yeah, that doesn't help me a whole lot either. For the record, I strongly object to the use of the term "whup-butt."
And while we're talking about big vehicles with big engines, FUH2!
Genius me accidentally double-scheduled a credit card payment for today. Which means payday is still two weeks away, and I have less than zero dollars in my account. Fuckin' A.
UPDATE: Okay, crisis mostly averted. I have not quite yet sucked my DoNotTouchMe Emergency Fund completely dry, so I dipped in. I think I forgot to budget for gas, so this time next week should be interesting. Fortunately I've got food in the house.
I'm just mad at myself that I was doing okay and somewhat on schedule and generally taking care of things and then I threw it all out of whack.
Email from Senator Mark Dayton (D-MN).
Dear Friend:
Thank you for contacting me about the proposed Constitutional amendment on marriage. I did not support the amendment, because I believe that marriage is "an institution created by God," and, thus, should be under the authority of religion.
I am attaching a copy of the remarks I made during the Senate's recent debate on the amendment. I spent a long time in preparation for it, including rereading The Bible's New Testament and reading the "Defense of Marriage Act." That federal law, which was enacted in 1996, defines marriage in the United States as only between one man and one woman, and also says that no state need recognize a same-sex marriage performed elsewhere. Thus, it has already provided marriage in the United States with the definition and protection which the amendment's supporters want.
Please contact me again regarding this or any other matter.
My best regards.
Sincerely,
Mark Dayton
United States Senator
I ventured up to the nearest Potbelly for a sandwich. De-fucking-licious. I couldn't decide between the Chicken Salad and the Wreck (mixed meats!), so I got one of each, and had one for lunch and the other for dinner. The great thing about toasted subs is that they reheat so well in the toaster oven. Yay toaster oven!
It's been kinda hot. Pleasantly so. Not too hot. Not too humid. It felt good to get in the car and need to roll the windows down right away. At one point I was driving and the sun and car were angled just so that there was a ray of light coming through the sunroof, warming my toes on the accelerator.
I've been watching the various Olympic trials. How can you not love the Olympics? I've also been perusing NBCOlympics.com and a local blogger's interview on his company's experience creating it.
The buzz of a nearby fly is annoying enough. The high-pitched whine of a nearby mosquito is enough to drive one mad. There seems to be an abundance of the little fuckers in the den where I usually hang out. I'm sure at least a couple come in every time someone comes in and out of the door to the garage.
I've been downloading acquiring and listening to everyone's sexy songs. People sure have broad and varied ideas of what consitutes "sexy." It's fascinating.
It dawned on me that I have this house to myself for the next month and a half. A house. Alone. For six weeks.
So far, I've sung out loud more, spent more time upstairs (my room and stuff is downstairs), and walked around in my underwear a little bit.
If anybody wanted to come visit me, now would be a great time.
Just sayin'.
How come low-calorie beer is called "light" but low-calorie pop is called "diet"?
Daniel mentioned Foundphotos. The pictures are gleaned from people who (unwittingly?) made them available for file sharing. It's neat, but the point of this post is that it reminded me of a time when I found a random Polaroid photograph in the street.
I think I was about 7 or 8 years old. Might have been 6. I was riding my bike. This bike was metallic pink with a banana seat. A white banana seat with flowers.
I was probably farther from home than I was supposed to be, as I was getting pretty close to 8 Mile. I was on Shiawassee. Right by what used to be apartments but is now a church. A block away from the restaurant that is now Kebob Palace but used to be called Angelo's and before that went through various incarnations of Coney Island/greek restaurant which, despite it's proximity to my parents' house and advertised $2 breakfasts, I have never eaten at in 26 years.
I was riding my bike up Shiawassee towards 8 Mile and I happened to look down at the ground. I saw a Polaroid laying in the grass, so I stopped to look at it. It was a close up of a crotch. A hairy crotch. A penis. Flaccid. All cock and balls and pubes. Black pubes. Curly.
It was my first penis.
I definitely knew exactly what it was, and I remember being unsettled by it. I kept on riding. I never told my parents.
Martha Stewart gets the minimum penalty: 5 months in jail, 5 months home detention, 2 years probation, and some piddly fines.
I still feel badly for her. I'd have rather seen 'em drop a huge ass fine on her and be done with it. Her stock price was up 40%, though. Somehow I think she'll be okay. She'll be in one of those country club prisons with all the other white collar criminals anyway. (Please spare me the tired jokes about decorating her cell.)
They put up fliers at work soliciting recipes from everyone for a cookbook. I thought this was gonna be one of those happy-feel-good things to inspire a sense of togetherness and sharing. Just like Employee Appreciation Day.
The flier reads:
[We are] going to have [our] own cookbook!
With our diverse staff*, we anticipate a wide variety of unique recipes along with some standards used by you or your grandma**.
*where by "diverse" we mean "Minnesotans and Iowans"
**i.e., 5 different versions of tater tot hotdish
That is followed by some bad clip art, and then it goes on to say who to submit your recipes to, when to submit them by, what information to include, and who to direct your questions to should you have any. I figured they'd maybe make some nice color copies, get them spiral bound, and then have them out for folks to pick up if they want one.
No. No no. Way down at the bottom, it says, "All proceeds to benefit the local food shelf!" This is, apparently, a charity project. Except I can't tell where the charity part comes in. What proceeds? Where does this money come from?
And where have I heard this scheme before...?
Email from The Safety Guy at work.
From: The Safety Guy
Subject: New work related injuries
Importance: High
Two employees were injured in the past two weeks. I am notifying you of these incidents to heighten awareness.
INCIDENT #10
An office worker was sitting at their side desk and moved the chair around to their workstation. During this motion their knee hit the knob used to adjust the keyboard tray resulting in a torn meniscus, requiring surgery to repair. The hardware under the desk is an annoyance but be aware it can be a source for serious injury as well.
Please be careful. When moving back and forth between your desks elevate the keyboard tray so the hardware is higher than your legs. The only solution identified so far is to pad the hardware.
INCIDENT #11
[some dumbass strains his back lifting heavy stuff]
[so don't lift stuff that's too heavy]
Remember, nothing you do at [work] is worth getting hurt for!
Regards,
The Safety Guy
Nothing I do at work is worth anything. And I'm sure the dipshit that banged their knee on their desk was really concerned about sacrificing themselves for their job. Can you imagine being the insurance company employee processing that claim?
Okay, since y'all asked nicely.... I was sort of keeping tight-lipped with this because it's special to a certain group of my friends. And if I just tell you how to make it you don't need me to make it for you.
But who am I to deny you the pleasure?
*moment of respectful silence*
I think I need one of these t-shirts.
I keep saying I'll never be a true Minnesotan anyway, since I don't hunt or fish or any of that rugged outdoorsy bullshit. Why not stomp all over that Scandinavian sensibility while I'm at it?
And "Minnesota Nice" is more like "Minnesota I'm Being Polite Right Now but in a Minute All You're Gonna Get is the Cold Shoulder" anyway.
I am slow moving at work today. It's, you know, that time of the month. I know in my head it only lasts 36 hours, but this is the worst part of it.
Sunshine Sinatra asked me if I was feeling okay and I said my back hurt a little and I'm just blah today and he kept asking all these questions ("Are ya tired? Is it all the standing?") and I didn't want to just come right out with I'm on my frickin' period, okay?! JESUS!! I don't think he would have taken that very well.
The ibuprofen seems to be helping the lower back thang a little, but whatever inside was angry is still a little peeved. We're not doing anything that requires a lot of moving around so I can just sit and be uncomfortable in peace.
Mmmm... antifreeze... :9
Dirtass and his friend that has been here for a week made up a batch of sangria since they drank half of the one I made a couple weekends ago. Except that they couldn't find cranberry schnapps at the store, so they made it with raspberry schnapps instead....
*scrunch face*
And they know they did it wrong. They both admitted it didn't taste as good. I'll bet they never make that mistake again. But now I'm left with 1.5 gallons of not-quite-right sangria. Not that I'm complaining.