Instinctive Fear Of Monorails In Pachyderms
Elephants and monorails don't mix. Seriously. Once, as part of an ill-advised publicity stunt, an elephant was forced to ride a monorail. It did not end well.
"Well, sir, there's nothing on earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail!"
Do I need to tell the cautionary tale of the broken toaster, the sesame bagel, and flaming appliances flying out windows?
I think you really really do, sarameg.
New toaster, Lee.
Reviews suck by definition.
I had 8 consecutive hours of sleep last night, for the first time in 8 weeks. YAY SLEEP.
It's easier to hate my life less with full sleep.
oooh. Sarameg! It's story time. Will there be fluffy bunnies in your tale?
I am arguing with someone at work about how part of our technology works. I am not 100% sure I am right, but the real issue is THERE IS NO ONE HERE I CAN ASK. Seriously. not one person (that would not be all "why do you want to know") that knows the technology stuff. GRR!
Presidentail press conference is making me want to beat my radio with a sledgehammer. The tone of voice, the petulance. Ugh.
ION Travelocity tells me they can get me to San Francisco and back for $177. So freaking tempting.
Uh, it's not that fascinating.
Anyway, in my campus apartment, we had a toaster with no sproing. Being college students, a lot of our appliances lacked their respective sproing. This was fine, because we were all aware of these shortcomings and worked around them. Except T. T couldn't cook. T ruined many a pan. T was incredibly absentminded.
She decided to toast a sesame bagel, one of the freebies from my job. I heard the other roommate remind her the toaster was broken, so pay attention to it.
Some good chunk of time later, we hear a bunch of little popping sounds, like minipopcorn. A little after that T lets out a shriek. The popping was the sesame seeds. B&I rush to the kitchen an there are these huge flames dancing out of the toaster. It was really kinda cool. B grabs the baking soda, I pull the plug, B discovers the baking soda has caked into a brick.
So T does the next best thing: she throws the flaming toaster out the kitchen window.
Just as a group of visitors comes down the walk (I'm not sure if they were guests or prospective students. If the latter, AWESOME.) They react as one would to a flaming toaster chucked in your direction.
Anyway, that's the story.