I took the Pop Culture I.Q. sample test, scored 100%, and am now earwormed with "Jeremy".

Can I go home now?

What was he going to do, complain that IT changed all his porn links?

That's the best revenge ever, the sort that the sufferer is too embarassed to ever reveal.

It's very sad that we're blasé enough for lead paragraphs like:

STABBINGS, 'FLAG BEATINGS', and school-on-school brawls, confirm that the Victoria Mutual Building Society/Inter Secondary Schools Association Boys & Girls Athletic Championships (Champs) is just one week away.

There's even a pretty joyful exclamation point in the headline.

Would it be rude to spill a bucket full of water over the head of the be-perfumed chick one cube over?

Or continue to avoid work by telling tales of krav to the co-worker that just signed up?

The countdown timer I saw was wrong. There's still 30 minutes to go.

spacex.com website. The price of using this particular rocket to send a payload into space is only $6.7 million. I knew it was cheap, but I didn't know it was that cheap.

Or continue to avoid work by telling tales of krav to the co-worker that just signed up?

I vote this. But then, I'm avoiding work by trying to decide what I'm going to wear to tomorrow's Sisters of Mercy concert.

I'm avoiding it by looking at towels and bathrugs.

From the Shark Tank:

User calls support pilot fish complaining that her spell checker takes 20 minutes to run when she opens a document. Fish checks her settings and turns off grammar and spell check, then notices that there are more than 1,800 pages in the document. "Further digging reveals that the user has only one document," says fish. "She adds pages instead of creating new documents." Why? "To save space."

I swear I have worked with this woman, or twenty people just like her.

There's still 30 minutes to go.

Well, drat. I'll be on the subway by then.

I just spent a few minutes looking up pictures of Abraham Lincoln's nose to send to ChiKat (to back up my story about the urban legend that to rub it brings good luck--every Illinois kid who went on an 8th-grade trip to Springfield knows this).

I hate realizing you just emailed a hundred people without remembering to turn off read receipts.

I have definitely worked with people like this:

User calls help desk to report a gold message that says "thank you" in the lower left corner of her screen. "Believing it to be a virus, I advised her to not touch anything and transferred her to our software support team," says pilot fish who got the call. "The tech took over the call and shadowed the user's desktop but didn't see the message. After asking the user about it, she understood. Once the yellow Post-it note that someone had taped on her monitor was removed, she was able to view her desktop normally."