Heh. Near the bottom of this BBC article about a time zone dispute in Sri Lanka there is a picture of Arthur C. Clarke wearing a T-shirt that reads "I invented the satellite and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I had never heard that stuff about being 29 before this board. No one better try and pull that crap on me when I turn 39.
Happy Birthday, Tom!
Favorite trick (in recent memory) learned from Scola: No orange fingers when you eat Cheetos with chopsticks.
HAhahaha!
I had never heard that stuff about being 29 before this board. No one better try and pull that crap on me when I turn 39.
Me, neither. Tomorrow will be a month, and nobody's pulled it on me. If I had occasion to mention it, I would sometimes be pre-emptive about it though, saying something like, "Tomorrow I'm celebrating my 39th birthday for the very first time."
I just had to talk my brother unlost in DC. AGAIN.
This time he called me when he was having dinner (he wanted to eat away from all the work stuff. But he likes to have someone to talk with when he eat. Which he never remembers, so I get phone calls.) I warned him weather was coming in. "Oh, it's clear here." Then in the process of walking back to the hotel he somehow gets himself lost. I pull out my map and start giving him directions."Oh hey, I DO have a map with me!" Dumbass. But he's still getting tangled (he ended up at the White House at one point, which was not on the agenda) and so somehow my crappy us atlas map of DC and me telling him where he is works. And then "oh man, it just got really dark. I can smell the rain."
So he walks/runs from awning to awning for another 20 minutes before reaching the hotel. Giving me running commentary the whole way.
I'm going to partway blame all the cold meds he's on, but here he is at a major cancer conference and he's mocking all the absent minded, socially bent scientists he's dealing with and I'm like DUDE! You've gotten lost THREE TIMES and had to get directions from people NOT IN THE CITY. And you had a MAP this time!
I love him, he makes me laugh (I spent most of the not-giving-directions part of the 90 minute call laughing,) but the boy needs a minder. Or a GPS implanted.
I did get to hear all about glow in the dark mice, though. And him putting on a the FBI tshirt he got for his 3 year old and taking pictures of that humiliation to make his wife laugh.
It's storming here. Seems to be letting up some. At least it didn't hail much. Those suckers were marble sized.
Your brother is a trip, sara.
I'm going to partway blame all the cold meds he's on, but here he is at a major cancer conference and he's mocking all the absent minded, socially bent scientists he's dealing with and I'm like DUDE! You've gotten lost THREE TIMES and had to get directions from people NOT IN THE CITY. And you had a MAP this time!I like when we get sarameg's brother stories. It's that anticipating laughter thing. And not just for the glow-in-the-dark mice.
sarameg, maybe you could be ONSTAR's competitor.
It's been raining off and on here. Crazy window installers told the foreman "it's not raining that hard - we'll come over and install". Then they get here, wait for the foreman to arrive and say "it's raining so we'd better not install today". WTF.
I have opened the seal on my workout DVD and am perusing what it's going to be like. The yoga portion is not so great for me as two of the positions require supporting my weight on my RSI-stricken hands. This is why I don't do yoga. I'm going to have to look at ways to modify that part of the workout. I'm also going to have to get rid of the cake I baked. Hopefully not by eating it. But unemployment is the perfect time for me to work on reforming habits. I have time to nap for recovery. Which I will definitely need.
That he is. He provides me with much amusement.