Ah, yes, that game. I forget what we called it in middle school, but watching everyone figure it out except for one person (who makes it even funnier by occassionally saying "Oh, I think I see the pattern!") was priceless fun.
We called it Mao.
I don't like practical jokes, but little things like messing with a coworker's cube just a bit doesn't bother me too much.
We just had a baby shower at work, and it didn't suck. It's possible I'm biased by the lunch they provided and the lunch I won unscrambling words.
Reason ita's no longer a programmer:
I didn't catch the fact that "aieficp" doesn't unscramble to "pacifier." One of the developers might have beaten me to unscrambling them all if he'd just let go of his error-checking routines.
Yeah, but good thing he spotted it, too.
I also pranked Emmett's godmother in high school when we traveled to the Columbia Scholastic Press Fair thingie. I conspired with our teacher/mentor, Mr. Arnett, to convince her that we'd stumbled upon a small folk club where James Taylor and Joni Mitchell did a surprise set. We even worked up a handbill and a signed setlist. It was beautiful watching her stew at this missed once-in-a-lifetime moment and try to act like she didn't care and she'd much rather have gone to the folk art exhibit.
Yeah, but good thing he spotted it, too.
Oh, hell yeah. I'm pretty sure the Harvard School of Pederasty wouldn't have been all that amused.
Timelies all!
Kinda glad I'm not going in to work tomorrow, even though I doubt anyone will try to prank me.(My flight to Toronto is at 3 tomorrow, and I decided
to take the whole day off, since the time was available.)
I thought this was an interesting article (NY Times, registration required), and definitely going to hit some buttons, but it's really stirring people up.