It’s that simple.
Another fish story:
I’m believing this one. Uh-huh.
Fevered, fervid brain at work:
I doubt this will make a final cut, but a mash-up between “Die Walkurie” (intro & overture) and Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up.”
Alberich the Nibelung: “Oh how do I catch such coy, elusive fish?”
(From the Das Rhinegold, Act I)
Bugs! Again!
I didn’t get stung, not this time, but I’ve been trying to think of an environmentally friendly way to deal with the pesky vermin, the yellow-jackets’ nest on my patio (space). I think I found a solution. (Thanks Scott!)
Best advertising I saw all day?
It was block, skyscraper ad on page someplace, something to do with mac rumors, I’m sure, and the ad displayed a rendering of a marijuana leaf, “Should Marijuana be legalized? Yes. No. Huh?” I almost clicked just to see the “huh?”
Worst lines?
I’m not sure which was worse, I was talking to the “one call resolution” CSR, since my phone went swimming, and I was trying to locate either an immediate replacement, or cheap alternative, or find out what the cancellation fee for the contract was.
I’m chatty, so I asked the CSR what was the weirdest call lately.
“Guy calls up and sings; he was auditioning for American Idol, and just wanted some practice.”
I e-mailed Sister to let her Gemini self know that I wasn’t available via the usual mobile number.
“So you want a wet-suit for the phone?”
Runs in the family, no?
