It's begging week pledge drive time at NPR. This time they are doing something a little bit different. They are going to end the begging drive as soon as they reach their goal! Cool, right? Well, no. They've never reached their goal so the chance that they'll reach their goal early is about the same as Michael Moore passing on a deep fried Twinkie.

But I've thought of a way to end this annoying crap early after all. You see, the magic number is for pledges of donations, not the donations themselves. This means that all somebody (meaning "you") has to do to stop the madness is to call up and pledge $600,000 or so. Badda boom, badda bing, pledge drive is over.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Yeah that's great except for the $600,000 debt I'd incur". Well you're wrong. There's no legal financial obligation to fulfill your pledge. A pledge is just your personal promise to give them your money.

Now you're thinking "So you want me to break my word, corrupt my honor, defile my personal integrity just so you don't have to listen to a bunch of whining beggars during your morning commute?" Of course not! I would never ask you to do such a thing. All you have to do is get somebody else to make the pledge. I've got the perfect solution to this problem too. Bums.

That's right. Get a bum to make the call for you. Hell, if a bum is willing to suck a dick for a bottle of Thunderbird it shouldn't be hard to get them to make a phone call for you. If you're a decent negotiator you might even be able to get the BJ and the phone call for the same bottle. They don't have any teeth so it'll probably be worth it.

So get on out there now and find yourself a bum. I greatly appreciate your assistance in this matter.

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That's the number of nose pickings I witnessed on the way into work this morning. One of them could possibly have been a mismanaged scratch but at least three were knuckles deep and digging for gold.

What is it about cars that makes people forget that glass works both ways?

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So millions of people are marching by the Pope's remains to pay their last respects. Some people have been in line for days. They are coming to Italy from all over the world to say goodbye. For many it is their first time traveling to Italy and for most it is their first time seeing the Pope.

Isn't that just a little bit sick? I could understand a Pope groupie gathering the clan and hightailing it to Vatican City for a last look at the body but we're talking about people who've spent their entire lives without glimpsing His Popliness suddenly feeling the call to go look at a dead body.

What? You couldn't make the trip while the guy was alive? Do you prefer a viewing of a dead, made up, preserved, rigormortised* Pope to the live guy saying mass?

It's really creaping me out. It's like some death cult that comes out of the woodwork to get their jollies over a corpse.

Freaks.

* If he's stiff enough he'd be a Popesicle.

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I love etymology*, the study of the source of words. Some of the words in our current lexicon come from some seriously weird places. Take the common greeting Hello, for example. Hello has one of the strangest sources I've come across, one that is seriously out of place with its current use.

Hello is a bastardization of a 14th century phrase Hie below. Hie is from Middle English and means to go quickly. Below in this context meant persons who were underneath the speaker. You see, Hie below was a warning yelled out by upper story tenants when they were about to dump their chamber pots out of windows or off of balconies. It was a very quick method of saying "Whoever is underneath me better get their ass moving fast or they're going to be wearing a shit coat".

Hie below, as is typical for common phrases, contracted over the years. The first commonly recognized contraction in print was in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream when Nick Bottom's character was being publicly ridiculed and despoiled. The feces coated weaver turned erstwhile player uttered the famous line "The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; such unkind act with nary a hielow". This use of the word is one of Shakespeare's infamous double entendres. Bottom is complaining of both the lack of courtesy in a warning as well as the rudeness of not being properly greeted.

Usage of the word gradually shifted. With advances in sanitation there wasn't so much tossing of shit out of windows any more so that connotation died away. The word survived though and finally morphed into the common greeting of Hello that we all use today.

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1 Very interesting. Learn something new every day...!

Posted by: pylorns at April 06, 2005 11:23 AM (FTYER)

2 Well, you had me fooled. Unfortunately that's not too hard, I'm incredibly naive at times. My kids are always making things up and then laughing at me when I go "really?" Oh well. (I did look up what it really meant, but I'm not telling, so there pfbttt!)

Posted by: Rachel Ann at April 06, 2005 11:27 AM (jG2ss)

3 Damn Sam, Jim, that was good. Had me fooled, and now I've got to break out the gf's Complete Works of Wm. Shakespeare just because.

Posted by: Victor at April 06, 2005 12:21 PM (L3qPK)

4 Both ridiculous and believable. Until Shakes. Hey, did I miss the contest about your new political party slogans? Don't remember seeing your picks -- and good ones to choose from.

Posted by: Kenny at April 06, 2005 02:20 PM (sVrPB)

5 Most of that Shakespeare quote is real. The best lies are 80% truth. The contest is still open. I'll probably wrap it up tomorrow.

Posted by: Jim at April 06, 2005 02:47 PM (tyQ8y)

6 so I just made all of this up. Oh, you're a bastard, you are. Had me going. Now go look up the etymology of "bastard" and give us a good story about that one.

Posted by: ilyka at April 06, 2005 03:29 PM (wk1+o)

7 You suck! I was so ready to believe that and tell my friends. So, next time why not just leave that disclamer out and make us stupid blog readers look like the asses we are?

Posted by: Adamu at April 07, 2005 03:33 PM (bQFq3)

8 Too funny! I may have to try and convince my sister of this one. She believed our neighbor that she had to change the 'air' in the tires of her first car. Didn't want 'stale' air in the tires, they may go flat. I still laugh about that one.

Posted by: vw bug at April 10, 2005 09:29 AM (rhlNH)

9 yeah crazy. i thought "hello" was invented to answer the phone? i heard AGB thought "ahoy" would work.

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A hippie is a dirty and smelly hugger of trees. A Goth is a member of an ultra-violent tribe of barbarians that kicked serious ass over half of Eurasia.

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What will the new Pope be like? I was listening to NPR* this morning and one of the talking heads was saying he wouldn't be surprised if the new Pope was younger and more energetic. I thought "I sure as hell hope so, buddy. You can't get a whole lot older or less energetic than the dead Pope". Then I realized he meant like overall. He's expecting a younger, more vibrant, hipper Pope.

Maybe a Pope that does a little pop and lock up on the Pope balcony. You know - a little entertainment for the masses. Or for the Mass, depending on your point of view. Maybe a bit of karaoke. Hell, it's got to be one huge temptation to be up there at the Popepodium with thousands of people assembled in the courtyard every day and not occasionally break into Unchain My Heart.

Or maybe, just maybe (my heart trembles at the thought), a kick-boxing Pope. THAT is what the Catholic church really needs. Nobody is going to call the Mother Church old, tired and stodgy with a kick-boxing Pope at the helm. A kick-boxing ninja Pope.

How freaking cool would that be, eh? You'd have young toughs lining up around the block to convert to an ass kicking religion like that. And just think about how this would let the Catholics compete in the Asian markets. What Buddhist monk could stand up to the force of the kick-boxing ninja Pope? Or better yet, a kick-boxing ninja RoboPope!

Yeah, that would be tooooo sweet!

Sometimes NPR actually has some good shit on it.

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Who'll play the Pope in the movie?

I figure it'll be Matt Damon for the young Pope, Mel Gibson for the older Pope and Marlon Brando for the Popely Pope.

With Brando as the Popely Pope they won't have to do as much to fake all of the medical problems.

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Do you think they'll put the Popemobile up on eBay now?

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The Pope died after a long and fruitful life and people all over the world are mourning and praying for him.

Why?

The mourning I understand. The pontiff was a well loved man. But why pray for the Pope? I mean, he was the frickin Pope! Leader of the Catholic Church, mouthpiece of God and all that good stuff. He's pretty much a shoe-in for whatever's supposed to come next.

Praying for the Pope is a waste of a good prayer. It's like praying that your reuben sandwich will have corned beef on it. Dude, it's a done deal. Already in the bag. Success by definition. Minutes taken, meeting adjourned.

So don't waste your effort with Pope prayers. Aim those prayers at a place where they can do some constructive good. Join me in praying that Hillary Clinton will find a soul. Or at least a clue.

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With the Terry Shiavo thing so prevalent in the news and on everybody's lips living wills are getting some well deserved attention. All over the blogosphere you see people posting their digital equivalent. The three most common sentiments are:

• I want to live, no matter what, as long as possible.


• I don't want to live like a vegetable, no matter what, do me in please.


• I don't want to live like a vegetable but for the love of all that's holy please don't starve me to death.

I, James Peacock, being of (reasonably) sound mind and (for the most part) sound body do hereby solemnly swear and affirm that in the event my mental faculties are reduced to the point where I can be out-thought by a toaster that I officially do not give a damn what you do with my semi to fully mentally vacant meat puppet. It's up to you. If I am a financial burden and am holding back your life then do me in without regrets. If it is a comfort to you to have my non-sentient living corpse lying about then by all means keep me going. If you can make some cash by decorating me with sparkles and posing me in compromising positions with various woodland animals then have at it.

Seriously. Whatever will make the lives of my survivors better, no matter what that is, you have my permission to do it.

Now, to avoid the possibility of a repeat of the Shiavo/Schindler feud I'll take care of any possible disagreements right off the bat: In the event that my survivors disagree on what to do with me, whoever has the least permanent plan wins. So if one relative wants to inject me with morphine until I expire and another wants to pose me on their mantelpiece, the poser wins. Simple enough, right?

I think that covers everything. Carry on.

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Well, she was just 17, You know what I mean,

Earworms are nasty little buggers. Those snippets of songs that invade your conciousness and simply will not leave.

And the way she looked was way beyond compare.

I woke up with one today and no matter what I try it won't leave me alone.

So how could I dance with another (ooh)

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My company is a tad meeting heavy. I've been doing what I can to reduce the number of meetings and make them more productive. I myself have never had to schedule a meeting for my own needs. I'm a productive user of the phone, email and instant messaging and confident enough to do things under my own initiative without a group consensus. I also have more than ample time to acquire any group feedback in the many meetings I attend that are scheduled by other people.

I'm in meetings pretty much the entire day today and I'm taking the battle to the next level. Last night I had double helpings of homemade split pea soup washed down by three beers. Lunch today is more split pea soup ammo.

Cry havoc, and let slip the peas of war!*

* Rob gets credit for this deliciously creative aliteration.

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1 Text messaging during meetings is the best way to alleviate boredom. If that fails, spitwads work well, too.

Posted by: Pam at March 23, 2005 12:14 PM (nTut6)

2 Do your meetings have any structure to them? I found that really helped expedite meetings that were clogging my schedule. Put someon in charge, delineate the seperate issues - all previous to the actual meeting. helps prevent rabbit trails. Well, that and strongarm tactics.

Posted by: shank at March 23, 2005 01:31 PM (+H1yK)

3 That's one of the big issues, shank. There's very little structure to the meetings. Many do not even have a distributed agenda. Or even an undistributed agenda. I'm working on that bit too.

Posted by: Jim at March 23, 2005 01:35 PM (tyQ8y)

4 We had issues with meetings too. We went to a class hosted by Verne Harnish. He teaches you instead of a grueling 1 to 5 hour meetings about nothing to having one simple 5 minute meeting everyday. Just to see if you all are on the same page. Then, once a week instead of that meeting you have a 20 to 30 minute meeting. Each person has their specific time to talk about what ever is on the agenda. (it's usually timed). If that person has more to say then you schedule seperate time on a one on one basis. You also need someone who is in charge of the meeting(to facilitate). You have to be strict and because you can have some talkers. (my boss for example). Do it with respect. Like...I understand "Paul" that that may be an issue for you & if you have a few minutes later we could talk about it more in my office. It really works in our office. It's painless and everyday we know what is happening in each of our jobs. If there are fires to put out. OR even when someone does something well. His (Vernes) website is: www.gazelles.com - you may think that it's a bunch of crap. But it's worth a look. Sorry for the unsolicited advice.

Posted by: Tiffani at March 23, 2005 02:51 PM (KE4Gu)

5 w00t ... erm ... when did I do that then?

Posted by: Rob at March 23, 2005 02:58 PM (kXZI6)

6 Tiffani - Advice is always welcome. Rob - You said it back on this post.

Posted by: Jim at March 23, 2005 04:31 PM (tyQ8y)

7 Shakespeare, nice. Or is that Peaspeare? Or Shakepeas? Or ShakesPEAre? Ehhh ... never mind. (think i killed the joke.)

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...will have an emptisensometer. When the pot is empty it will automatically turn off the coffee pot so a layer of baked coffee residue stronger than space shuttle tiles is not left in the bottom of the pot. When there is coffee left in the pot it will not start brewing, thereby preventing coffee brew overflow from cascading down the electrical appliance itself as well as the counter, cabinets and floor.

The advanced model will have a voice synthesizer for the latter case that will say something along the lines of "Hey, dumb-ass! Empty the damned pot first!"

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I went out for a smoke break just a bit ago and realized I had left my lighter in the van. I retrieved said lighter and mid-way through my smoke I realized something. This was my second smoke break. I had already had a cigarette. Without a lighter.

There's only one logical explanation - I have superpowers. I unconsciously lit the first cigarette using my mental energies.

I'm currently trying to direct my newfound powers against Boman in the hopes that heat really does sterilize.

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The gross guy. The one who doesn't understand the social niceties of cleanliness. The guy with the black mouse that started as a white one and a keyboard that makes crunchy sounds when it's used due to the many cracker and chip bits lodged between the keys. The one with stained clothes featuring crusty cuffs from nose wipes and a greasy patch on each thigh from using pants as a napkin substitute.

At my last job this guy was infamous for his unsanitary habits. His cubicle smelled vaguely like a three week old roadkilled opossum dipped in urine. He eventually left us for a fantastic work from home opportunity. We celebrated for a week.

At this job he is known primarily for his personal odors. He has sparkling white teeth that starkly contrast with the brimstone and cabbage that he exhales. How can somebody who obviously brushes regularly have such a mouth odor problem? My theory is that he has no dental hygiene, rotted his teeth out and wears dentures.

He is also possessed of an unearthly stench about his person. It's an odor that says he fell in love with the Shower-to-Shower concept and has accepted talcum powder as his personal savior. He is a master at the Silent But Deadly. I've never heard him cut one loose but he is followed by the permanent aroma of juicy anal exhalation.

I have named him Boman* and he is my personal nemesis.

So, what's your guy like?

* B.O. Man

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Today marks the anniversary of one of the happiest days of my life. more...

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1 Hooray! Wishing you many more.

Posted by: Paul at March 15, 2005 07:44 AM (vbP6L)

2 You should celebrate. Have you facialed someone today yet?

Posted by: pylorns at March 15, 2005 08:15 AM (FTYER)

3 Not yet, no. But the day is young!

Posted by: Jim at March 15, 2005 08:17 AM (tyQ8y)

4 You remember the day you started masterbating? That's, uh, impressive. Happy Manniversary!

Posted by: Holly at March 15, 2005 08:23 AM (3SP8e)

5 It was a defining moment. Like finding my long-lost twin. "Manniversary"...ooh, I like that!

Posted by: Jim at March 15, 2005 08:29 AM (tyQ8y)

6 You are REALLY discusting!:-P

Posted by: LW at March 15, 2005 09:15 AM (MDLz3)

7 It IS impressive that you remembered the day. Let's give the man a hand! We're all pulling for another 23 years! Swallow your pride and just admit-it's a toss up! (Dude. Someone had to do it.)

Posted by: Helen at March 15, 2005 10:26 AM (Vd6WF)

8 So sorry-I just googled "slang for masturbation" that had the very best euphemism I have ever heard in my life: "Date my palm". Oh yeah. I'm still laughing in an entirely immature way.

Posted by: Helen at March 15, 2005 10:29 AM (Vd6WF)

9 Helen wins! I'm not sure what the contest was but that entry is going to be hard to beat. (ba-dum-pah) My favortie euphamism is "Dusting the duvet". It sounds so classy.

Posted by: Jim at March 15, 2005 10:43 AM (tyQ8y)

10 My favorite has always been "punching the clown". It always makes me giggle because deep down I am a 12 year old boy. Happy Handiversary, J-Snooze.

Posted by: DeAnna at March 15, 2005 12:22 PM (IdVP4)

11 There is no way I could possibly be forced to recall when I discovered the whole palm dating thing. I mean - yeah, I discovered it and all, but I don't remember much about the when... 11, 12 - who knows??? How can you possibly remember this?

Posted by: Clancy at March 15, 2005 01:36 PM (JxYJc)

12 Yeah, there has GOT to be a story here, Jim. No one really remembers the exact date they discovered self-love!

Posted by: DeAnna at March 15, 2005 05:23 PM (IdVP4)

13 I'm going to say true (whatever happened to that?) "Choking the monkey" or "Taming the one-eyed blue-viened monster" are two personal favs. It's interesting you remember your first time. Was it good for you, too?

Posted by: Simon at March 15, 2005 07:42 PM (OyeEA)

14 I quote the cousin who apears to favor "spanking the monkey"....

Posted by: LW at March 15, 2005 10:04 PM (MDLz3)

15 LOL! Happy Manniversary

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Leaving work the other day I ran into Luka, of ER fame.

Okay, so he wasn't really Goran Visnjic, he's a programmer from a group I don't usually deal with. But he could be Goran's long lost twin.

He's from Athens (Georgia, not Greece) and has one of the most phenomenal southern drawls I've ever encountered. It was seriously weird looking at this guy who looks just like Luka and hearing Boss Hogg.

When I told Lovely Wife she responded with "He looks like Luka? When do I get to meet him?". Something tells me this guy is swimming in women.

As long as he keeps his mouth shut, anyway.

Interesting... Spellcheck had a problem with "Luka" but "Goran Visnjic" sailed right through. Who's making the dictionaries for these things?

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1 Just one thing.....the real Luka is not from Greece but Kroatia. Dude,I deserve points for that!

Posted by: LW at March 10, 2005 10:41 AM (MDLz3)

2 I meant the guy at work is from the Athens in Georgia, not the Athens in Greece. But I'll give you a point for clarifying.

Posted by: Jim at March 10, 2005 10:45 AM (tyQ8y)

3 All I have to say is huminahumina.

Posted by: Tiffani at March 10, 2005 11:52 AM (KE4Gu)

4 Hmm.... If I weren't married, I do believe I'd be asking to visit your place of work. Just sayin'

Posted by: Boudicca at March 10, 2005 12:45 PM (z7nbM)

5 Nuh huh. Not interested. Ya'll can get in line in front of me. He's too broody, too. . .I dunno. Not my type. As for the spellcheck, as soon as you figure that one out, lemme know.

Posted by: Margi at March 10, 2005 12:56 PM (lWAiX)

6 Minus 1 point for spelling Croatia with a 'K'

Posted by: Huts at March 10, 2005 02:30 PM (x7s+C)

7 Nope, she's excused for that one. It's spelled with a 'K' over there.

Posted by: Jim at March 10, 2005 03:50 PM (tyQ8y)

8 Yes, but we are here.

Posted by: Huts at March 10, 2005 04:37 PM (x7s+C)

9 Just because you Americans spell everything the way you like it and change things to fit your needs,it doesn't make it right.Its spelled with a K in the country of orign,therefore it IS correct with a K and INCORRECT with a C. So there. :-P

Posted by: LW at March 10, 2005 04:46 PM (MDLz3)

10 Next time I'm in Georgia, I'll have to drop some Rolos off at your office.

Posted by: Jennifer at March 10, 2005 05:30 PM (DRmU4)

11 I have but one question: does he live on the second floor? (I sure hope somebody gets that, or all of y'all will think I'm a nutcase)

Posted by: Kathleen at March 10, 2005 07:12 PM (zGCA0)

12 I'm not sure if he lives on the second floor but we do work on the second floor. "I look like Luka, I work on the second floor." It works.

Posted by: Jim at March 10, 2005 07:25 PM (MDLz3)

13 Who's Luka? I thought that was Helen's MIA teddy bear.

Posted by: Victor at March 11, 2005 01:01 PM (L3qPK)

14 *I'm* in Athens, Georgia! Where is he? Why haven't I seen him? hubba hubba!

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It started innocuously enough. On an ostensibly cooperative "humanitarian" mission to the tsunami ravaged Far East, the senior George Bush connived to get ex-President Bill Clinton, a post-operative heart surgery patient, to sleep on the cold, hard floor.

The next morning, Bush said he peeked in and saw Clinton sound asleep on the plane's floor. [The article does not mention how Bill then slept through Bush's cackling, maniacal laughter. - ed]

Now we learn that Clinton must undergo another round of surgery to attempt to repair damage to his lungs.

Former President Clinton will undergo a medical procedure this week to remove an unusual buildup of fluid and scar tissue from his chest, six months after he underwent quadruple bypass surgery [And just a few weeks after being forced to sleep on the cold, hard floor. - ed], his office said Tuesday.

You don't have to take your tin foil hat off to connect the dots here, people. You can almost taste the taint of Karl Rove on this plot. This is obviously an attempt by the Bush Monarchy to head off the Hillary Clinton presidential run in 2008. If they succeed in killing off Mr.Clinton they will send poor Hillary into a trough of despair from which her broken heart will never recover. Even if they have a near miss and only turn Bill into a bed-ridden differently-abled individual they know that Hillary will immediately resign her Senate seat and forgo all political ambitions to nurse him and be constantly by his side.

Now the truth is revealed. Who has the guts to brave the stormtroopers of Halliburton to do something about it? The first step is obvious. Everybody needs to link to this post and spread news of the plot. Eventually, if we all do our part, somebody at Reuters who isn't compromised by the jackbooted government thugs will pick it up and spread the truth to the world.

Only the truth, shouted loud and proud, can save Hillary and Bill from this diabolical threat. And as we all know, only Hillary can end the neocon threat, restore us to a life of liberty, and deliver the holy grail of free medical. more...

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Dopple-G mentioned how much he enjoys a certain type of my stories. Ones like this, or this, or maybe even this. I always aim to please, so...

The other night we had finished with the washing up and sent the boys to put their pajamas on. Burger sometimes has a difficult time with his. He can put on a two-piece with no problem but the one-piece jammies with the footies are a pain. On this occasion he had the footie jammies and he called me in to help him out. I got him dressed and then a problem surfaced.

Burger: Daddy, there's a rock in my foot.

Me: A rock? In your foot?

Burger: Yeah. In my sock.

[Side Note: All three boys smuggle rocks into the house and they turn up constantly in the oddest places. A rock in the freshly laundered pajamas wouldn't be an altogether impossible scenario.]

Me: Let me see. more...

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1 A moral that should be learned by teachers and day care workers all over the country, I'm sad to say. Excellent story!

Posted by: RP at March 04, 2005 04:43 PM (LlPKh)

2 Oh god, I need a tissue. You made my eyes run from laughing so hard!! *grumbles* Knew I should have picked up some kleenex...

Posted by: The Webwench at March 04, 2005 07:20 PM (xflu9)

3 I recall my mother telling me similar stories about what she found in my pants...

Posted by: diamond dave at March 04, 2005 10:19 PM (l35ua)

4 I am weeping. That was frickin' great. I can oh so identify... unfortunately.

Posted by: Boudicca at March 04, 2005 11:26 PM (z7nbM)

5 Ya know, Jim, it's not so much the stories as it is how you tell them. Specifically, your creative vocabulary.... "poopicules" is simply a word you can't get anywhere else. Which is why I keep coming back here :-) And I'm just wondering if that's pronounced Greek fashion, like Hercules?... poo-PIC-yoo-leez...

Posted by: Harvey at March 05, 2005 02:24 PM (ubhj8)

6 Love it. I also love that your LW can, indeed, speak Hysterics. She's a good 'un. P.S. That whole Nekkid In The Streets thing is still not happenin'. Stupid trackback. :: kick ::

Posted by: Margi at March 05, 2005 02:58 PM (zalxZ)

7 ** wiping eyes ** after laughing so hard I teared up. I am so with you on this one.

Posted by: vw bug at March 06, 2005 03:23 PM (ILxg4)

8 That you needed reminding of one of the basic laws of parenting is a shame on us all. Might be time for a parenting guide.

Posted by: Simon at March 07, 2005 01:38 AM (OyeEA)

9 ROFL - I don't even have kids, and that just made me laugh so hard I cried! Thanks :-)

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10:30
The power is out. Apparently the construction workers putting up a building across the street did something bad. Georgia Power has advised that it will be about a half hour before power is restored. In the words of our receptionist who relayed the message "...but you know how that goes."

The handful of us with laptops are good until our batteries go down, so I've launched every program on the PC and turned the screen brightness up to max.

12:15
The network finally went down. UPS units on the web servers are only good for so long. This means I no longer have anything productive to do. It also means I'm typing this in Notepad and will be uploading it later.

12:45
Lights are back on. Still no cube power so nobody with desktops can do anything. No network means I'm still playing FreeCell.

1:05
The network lives! No cube power. Two hours remaining on my laptop battery.
Time for blogreading? Heh.

1:10
People keep coming by my cube staring at my laptop covetously. It is dangerous to be among a hundred nerds who are cut off from the internet. I keep getting visions of Lord of the Flies where I'm Piggy and they want my glasses.

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