Friday, August 05, 2005
Earworm (thanks, Karl...)
Dumb Things - Paul Kelly
speaking of such things, do you have a default song that goes thru your head or that you hum while doing mundane tasks and you don't have an earworm or are being otherwise influenced?
I do: Animaniacs, with Pinky & the Brain and Hall of the Mountain King tying for a distant second.
Dumb Things - Paul Kelly
speaking of such things, do you have a default song that goes thru your head or that you hum while doing mundane tasks and you don't have an earworm or are being otherwise influenced?
I do: Animaniacs, with Pinky & the Brain and Hall of the Mountain King tying for a distant second.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Another prank
You know how phone pranks have become a rage.... Crank Yankers, Roy D. Mercer, etc.?
Well, I must admit to having pulled a few myself. The best being on the radio. I was not a deejay (@ the time, but previously....), nor was the joke aimed at the station, but rather to a select group of listeners who heard my odd tale....
As I recall, Z104.5 (the Edge!) morning crew were discussing Lent and were having people call in about what they were giving up for Lent.
Somehow, I must have misheard them and mistakenly called them with a story about lint:
dj:"No, no. We asked for stories about Lent".
me:"Oh. I'm sorry.... I thought you said lint... [sigh] Oh, well...".
dj:"Errrr..... OK. What's your story?"
me:"Well, I was working for this architecture and engineering firm downtown... back before I got caught up in the latest layoffs, that is... and I was helping out the fifth-floor mail-room, delivering to the bosses on the first floor.
I didn't even think to knock, 'cause they were all supposed to be gone in some meeting. As I walked to his desk, I heard this humming and moaning coming from the chair, which was turned to the back wall".
dj:"Uh oh..."
me:"Tell me about it. Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly edged to the desk. I could see one of the bosses hunched down in his chair with his shirt pulled up".
dj:"What?"
me:"Yeah. And he had his finger stuck in his belly-button, wiggling it around, while he was moaning. I just sat the mail on his desk and slowly backed out of his office. I asked the others if they'd ever seen anything odd in his office and they just kinda got quiet and looked at each other before the manager said 'Other than digging for lint, no'. And the others kinda snickered at that".
dj:"Where was this?"
me:"Sorry. I've got friends that still work there and there could be repercussions if I named names. I just had a story about lint and thought this was my one chance to tell it".
The only parts of that story that are true are that there was (and may still be) an architecture and engineering firm downtown with a fifth-floor mail-room and bosses on the first floor and they had recently had layoffs (which I did get caught in). However, I knew that a good number of the engineers listened to the Edge and that I had given them enough info that they would know I was talking about something involving their firm.
I came up with the entire story during the 20 minute drive to work and somehow I just knew that the radio station would air it and be my unwitting accomplices. I knew it in the deepest, darkest pit of what passes for a heart. All I needed was a little extra pressure on the gas pedal to give me the time to make the call before I clocked in.
About an hour later I got a call from one of my friends still with the firm and he said "You shouldn't be allowed phone privileges!" It seems the office was abuzz with the story and they were trying to figure out not only who the story was about, but who had told the story! Jeff didn't rat me out and left the rest of the employees to try to find out which boss was the kinky one.
Which, if you think about it, wouldn't have worked. We all know that all bosses have skeletons in their closet. Sometimes dolled up in a frilly dress....
You know how phone pranks have become a rage.... Crank Yankers, Roy D. Mercer, etc.?
Well, I must admit to having pulled a few myself. The best being on the radio. I was not a deejay (@ the time, but previously....), nor was the joke aimed at the station, but rather to a select group of listeners who heard my odd tale....
As I recall, Z104.5 (the Edge!) morning crew were discussing Lent and were having people call in about what they were giving up for Lent.
Somehow, I must have misheard them and mistakenly called them with a story about lint:
dj:"No, no. We asked for stories about Lent".
me:"Oh. I'm sorry.... I thought you said lint... [sigh] Oh, well...".
dj:"Errrr..... OK. What's your story?"
me:"Well, I was working for this architecture and engineering firm downtown... back before I got caught up in the latest layoffs, that is... and I was helping out the fifth-floor mail-room, delivering to the bosses on the first floor.
I didn't even think to knock, 'cause they were all supposed to be gone in some meeting. As I walked to his desk, I heard this humming and moaning coming from the chair, which was turned to the back wall".
dj:"Uh oh..."
me:"Tell me about it. Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly edged to the desk. I could see one of the bosses hunched down in his chair with his shirt pulled up".
dj:"What?"
me:"Yeah. And he had his finger stuck in his belly-button, wiggling it around, while he was moaning. I just sat the mail on his desk and slowly backed out of his office. I asked the others if they'd ever seen anything odd in his office and they just kinda got quiet and looked at each other before the manager said 'Other than digging for lint, no'. And the others kinda snickered at that".
dj:"Where was this?"
me:"Sorry. I've got friends that still work there and there could be repercussions if I named names. I just had a story about lint and thought this was my one chance to tell it".
The only parts of that story that are true are that there was (and may still be) an architecture and engineering firm downtown with a fifth-floor mail-room and bosses on the first floor and they had recently had layoffs (which I did get caught in). However, I knew that a good number of the engineers listened to the Edge and that I had given them enough info that they would know I was talking about something involving their firm.
I came up with the entire story during the 20 minute drive to work and somehow I just knew that the radio station would air it and be my unwitting accomplices. I knew it in the deepest, darkest pit of what passes for a heart. All I needed was a little extra pressure on the gas pedal to give me the time to make the call before I clocked in.
About an hour later I got a call from one of my friends still with the firm and he said "You shouldn't be allowed phone privileges!" It seems the office was abuzz with the story and they were trying to figure out not only who the story was about, but who had told the story! Jeff didn't rat me out and left the rest of the employees to try to find out which boss was the kinky one.
Which, if you think about it, wouldn't have worked. We all know that all bosses have skeletons in their closet. Sometimes dolled up in a frilly dress....
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
This week's booty
JSA 76 ("I'm Holt.... Micahel Holt".)
Justice 01 (but with the villains cover.... It's much better)
Justice League Unlimited 12 (gimme a break... Jay Garrick in an animated comic? couldn't pass it up)
Omac Project 4
Return of Donna Troy 3
Son of Vulcan 3
Serenity 2 (Boooook!!!!)
JSA 76 ("I'm Holt.... Micahel Holt".)
Justice 01 (but with the villains cover.... It's much better)
Justice League Unlimited 12 (gimme a break... Jay Garrick in an animated comic? couldn't pass it up)
Omac Project 4
Return of Donna Troy 3
Son of Vulcan 3
Serenity 2 (Boooook!!!!)
Somebody needs a good pranking
I love a good prank, whether I'm on the giving or receiving end. But it must be a good prank. Which leads to the question, what is a good prank?
My definition:
creative
no distruction or injury
confusion is a big plus
not being able to identify the source is nice (which forces the prankster to come forward if they want to get credit)
And the biggy, one which I've rarely been able to pull off, the subject shouldn't realize they've been pranked. It must seem as if God, fate, nature, quantum mechanics or Schroedinger's cat (who's name was Aus Zeilensprung, not that anyone cares) has conspired against them to leave them with an odd story to tell.
The first which comes to mind (Only 'cause I'm hungry):
A co-worker of mine, while I was working in the archives of a hospital, absolutely loved to have a couple strawberry PopTarts during her 10 o'clock break. She also hated brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts. Out of the goodness (?) of my heart (?!) and her joy, I got her an unopened 12-pack of strawberry PopTarts. Sadly, there must have been a problem at the factory, for not a single strawberry PopTart was in the package.... They were all brown sugar cinnamon. Darn. I wonder how that could have happened?
Of course, it helps being able to wander over to the publishing dept, open the bottom of the box, dump out the contents, replace them with brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts and reseal the box with publishing's hot glue-goop.
Other than that, I was as shocked as anyone when the box didn't have her Tarts of preference....
I love a good prank, whether I'm on the giving or receiving end. But it must be a good prank. Which leads to the question, what is a good prank?
My definition:
creative
no distruction or injury
confusion is a big plus
not being able to identify the source is nice (which forces the prankster to come forward if they want to get credit)
And the biggy, one which I've rarely been able to pull off, the subject shouldn't realize they've been pranked. It must seem as if God, fate, nature, quantum mechanics or Schroedinger's cat (who's name was Aus Zeilensprung, not that anyone cares) has conspired against them to leave them with an odd story to tell.
The first which comes to mind (Only 'cause I'm hungry):
A co-worker of mine, while I was working in the archives of a hospital, absolutely loved to have a couple strawberry PopTarts during her 10 o'clock break. She also hated brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts. Out of the goodness (?) of my heart (?!) and her joy, I got her an unopened 12-pack of strawberry PopTarts. Sadly, there must have been a problem at the factory, for not a single strawberry PopTart was in the package.... They were all brown sugar cinnamon. Darn. I wonder how that could have happened?
Of course, it helps being able to wander over to the publishing dept, open the bottom of the box, dump out the contents, replace them with brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts and reseal the box with publishing's hot glue-goop.
Other than that, I was as shocked as anyone when the box didn't have her Tarts of preference....
Monday, August 01, 2005
Last week's Booty
No comics.... Didn't have the time to stop by the shop.
But!! Young Einstien is finally out on dvd and I picked it up for $10 @ BestBuy.
And I lucked out and found The Rocketeer, which is out of print, @ the local Vintage Stock. Makes for a great double-feature with Sky Captain.
No comics.... Didn't have the time to stop by the shop.
But!! Young Einstien is finally out on dvd and I picked it up for $10 @ BestBuy.
And I lucked out and found The Rocketeer, which is out of print, @ the local Vintage Stock. Makes for a great double-feature with Sky Captain.
