Yup, looks that way to me.
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Intermission
Coming to you from the midst of the memo homestretch. This picture was from a car wreck that tied up I-5 for several hours during the morning rush. The paragraph immediately following the picture started: "No one was injured in the three-car accident..."
Yup, looks that way to me.
Yup, looks that way to me.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Why We Use Privacy on the Intertubes
True story, not from me (I promise) but from an acquaintance who will remain nameless, in keeping with the theme of this post.
Said acquaintance (hereafter referred to as "AQ") posted a YouTube video, related to gender. (What? I have friends who talk about gender? Shocking.) AQ got a private message reply, asking what AQ's gender was. AQ took this as a teaching moment, and rather than answering, told the person (hereafter refered to as C, for CREEPER) that they might learn more about the whole subject of gender if they examined their reason for being so curious - was it because they couldn't deal with wondering? Did they want to be able to fit AQ into a neat boxy category? Would it bother C if AQ never answered and they never found out?
Well, C mistook the "would it bother you if I never answered" bit in a slightly different light, and began talking about how no, it wouldn't bother them, because it's not like there was any emotional commitment...and then began expounding upon love. Yeah, actually using the "L" word. In the course of part of a day, C sent AQ three messages on YouTube, each one getting progressively more creepy, and the last one clearly being impatient at the lack of a response (all three were sent while AQ was nowhere near the computer). Not quite sure how to respond, AQ didn't.
The next day, AQ got a final message from C, proclaiming that since it had been a full two days that C had not heard from AQ (but could see that AQ had logged on in the meantime), that the best thing C could do was to "move on". The search for that special person in C's life would have to continue, although they had hoped that AQ could be that person.
Creepy. Cree. Py. Creepy.
And this, boys and girls, is why I use initials (even though most of the readers here know full well who is who...except in this post, quite intentionally), and why when you have accounts on places like YouTube, Flikr, Facebook, WhoreSpace, etc., you should REEEEALLLY pay attention to your privacy settings.
Said acquaintance (hereafter referred to as "AQ") posted a YouTube video, related to gender. (What? I have friends who talk about gender? Shocking.) AQ got a private message reply, asking what AQ's gender was. AQ took this as a teaching moment, and rather than answering, told the person (hereafter refered to as C, for CREEPER) that they might learn more about the whole subject of gender if they examined their reason for being so curious - was it because they couldn't deal with wondering? Did they want to be able to fit AQ into a neat boxy category? Would it bother C if AQ never answered and they never found out?
Well, C mistook the "would it bother you if I never answered" bit in a slightly different light, and began talking about how no, it wouldn't bother them, because it's not like there was any emotional commitment...and then began expounding upon love. Yeah, actually using the "L" word. In the course of part of a day, C sent AQ three messages on YouTube, each one getting progressively more creepy, and the last one clearly being impatient at the lack of a response (all three were sent while AQ was nowhere near the computer). Not quite sure how to respond, AQ didn't.
The next day, AQ got a final message from C, proclaiming that since it had been a full two days that C had not heard from AQ (but could see that AQ had logged on in the meantime), that the best thing C could do was to "move on". The search for that special person in C's life would have to continue, although they had hoped that AQ could be that person.
Creepy. Cree. Py. Creepy.
And this, boys and girls, is why I use initials (even though most of the readers here know full well who is who...except in this post, quite intentionally), and why when you have accounts on places like YouTube, Flikr, Facebook, WhoreSpace, etc., you should REEEEALLLY pay attention to your privacy settings.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Guest Speaker
Since I don't have time to talk on my own blog, I'm happy to step aside and let Jon Stewart take a guest turn.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Interlude
I do want to reply when I get a chance to the wonderful comments my friends have left to my last post, but before I had a chance I came across this and had to laugh at it. The CEO of Victoria's Secret is Sharen Turney. Hahaha.
Yes, I know it's not my name, but close enough to make me laugh.
Yes, I know it's not my name, but close enough to make me laugh.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Yay Nerds!
The webcomic xkcd, which I've referenced a number of times, pulled off quite the feat today, I think. Today's cartoon managed to successfully impact the Google trend tracker, single-handedly sending "Died in a blogging accident" to at least as high as #6 on the list of trends. Probably higher, actually, as the picture in that link says it reached its peak some 7 hours before the screenshot was taken.
Not bad for a bunch of nerds!
Not bad for a bunch of nerds!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Taking the Fence
For those of you who don't know, the Carnegie Mellon campus has a fence that is traditionally painted by student groups, teams, or just random individual people. LT and I had some time and energy to kill last night, so on a whim we decided to take the fence.
A quick trip to Home Depot provided some nice cheap "Oops" paint. Because I'm an old fogey, a nap was in order since the fence can't be painted earlier than midnight and I've already been short on sleep. The previous paint job on the fence was blessedly sparse and not difficult to cover over. The wind picked up, but thankfully the rain held off long enough for us to finish, and hopefully for the paint to dry enough. (I haven't yet had a chance to see it since we painted.) We were lame and decided not to camp out, since the risk of someone else taking it was minimal, and there was a cold front coming through.
We decided to pay homage to the continued adventures of Babe and the Bumblebee, make everyone who reads the fence lose the game, and celebrate our status as xylophones (if you don't get that, it's OK). And primarily, since the nice weather of the last few days was quite the exception to Pittsburgh winter, we decided on the front side to bring students some imaginary happy sun to brighten their days.
Babe and the Bumblebee take the fence.
A quick trip to Home Depot provided some nice cheap "Oops" paint. Because I'm an old fogey, a nap was in order since the fence can't be painted earlier than midnight and I've already been short on sleep. The previous paint job on the fence was blessedly sparse and not difficult to cover over. The wind picked up, but thankfully the rain held off long enough for us to finish, and hopefully for the paint to dry enough. (I haven't yet had a chance to see it since we painted.) We were lame and decided not to camp out, since the risk of someone else taking it was minimal, and there was a cold front coming through.
We decided to pay homage to the continued adventures of Babe and the Bumblebee, make everyone who reads the fence lose the game, and celebrate our status as xylophones (if you don't get that, it's OK). And primarily, since the nice weather of the last few days was quite the exception to Pittsburgh winter, we decided on the front side to bring students some imaginary happy sun to brighten their days.
Babe and the Bumblebee take the fence.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
My Weekend in Review
Wow...yeah, that weekend ended up being just as zany as I figured it would!
In case you couldn't tell, I was a little busy. A hockey tournament at the Southpointe rink down in Canonsburg happened to coincide with my softball playoffs, which would make things hectic enough as it is, but in addition to that my Cincinnati friends rolled into town for the tournament so there was visiting, partying and all around good fun to be had.
First, the hockey--fun fun fun! I skated with some ladies from my Ice Maidens class, and everyone had a great time. We've had scrimmages here and there with the class, but these were the ladies' first "real" hockey games. We lost all three games, but my little fledgling hockey players did me proud and then some. I still can't believe I'm lucky enough to be a part of something like this program; it is so great seeing these women learn so much and have so much fun, and know that I helped make that happen.
Second, the softball--again, fun fun fun! Although, the two games I played in we lost, and the one I missed due to hockey we won. So...hopefully they won't decide I'm a jinx and will still take me back next year. They let me come eat at Gullifty's afterwards, so I'm hopeful. Softball season has definitely been one of the highlights of the summer; I'm so happy I decided to do it. Many thanks to G for talking me into it, and my Ducks teammates for a great season.
Lastly, the partying. Do I need to say fun fun fun? OK. Fun fun fun! Mad dash back down south to join G and the Stars for dinner...missed the salad but really the crab legs were the important part. Let's see...what else...well, there was a crab claw that someone tried to turn into a nipple clip, a multi-car chinese fire drill, watching a bunch of people from Ohio unravel the mystery that is the "beer distributor", your standard hotel drinking mischief, some LCR dice game gambling, and let us not forget the game of strip poker. If you hear any rumors about my rear end needing a tan, it's a vicious, vicious lie. (Actually, I didn't lose to that extent--my butt made a brief unscheduled appearance during the short removal. Chalk it up to the perils of wearing baggy clothes.)
Oh! And the extra special fun, I got to play with my car on Friday!! Engine flush, oil change and new front brake pads. I haven't had anywhere available to work on it so it's been several years since I've gotten to tinker. I missed it horribly. The only bummer, at one point I took my glasses off and put them on the roof of the car. Yeah, they're gone now. Yay for insurance.
So, now I have to do that laundry, because I have no clean boxers. Clean boxers are important.
In case you couldn't tell, I was a little busy. A hockey tournament at the Southpointe rink down in Canonsburg happened to coincide with my softball playoffs, which would make things hectic enough as it is, but in addition to that my Cincinnati friends rolled into town for the tournament so there was visiting, partying and all around good fun to be had.
First, the hockey--fun fun fun! I skated with some ladies from my Ice Maidens class, and everyone had a great time. We've had scrimmages here and there with the class, but these were the ladies' first "real" hockey games. We lost all three games, but my little fledgling hockey players did me proud and then some. I still can't believe I'm lucky enough to be a part of something like this program; it is so great seeing these women learn so much and have so much fun, and know that I helped make that happen.
Second, the softball--again, fun fun fun! Although, the two games I played in we lost, and the one I missed due to hockey we won. So...hopefully they won't decide I'm a jinx and will still take me back next year. They let me come eat at Gullifty's afterwards, so I'm hopeful. Softball season has definitely been one of the highlights of the summer; I'm so happy I decided to do it. Many thanks to G for talking me into it, and my Ducks teammates for a great season.
Lastly, the partying. Do I need to say fun fun fun? OK. Fun fun fun! Mad dash back down south to join G and the Stars for dinner...missed the salad but really the crab legs were the important part. Let's see...what else...well, there was a crab claw that someone tried to turn into a nipple clip, a multi-car chinese fire drill, watching a bunch of people from Ohio unravel the mystery that is the "beer distributor", your standard hotel drinking mischief, some LCR dice game gambling, and let us not forget the game of strip poker. If you hear any rumors about my rear end needing a tan, it's a vicious, vicious lie. (Actually, I didn't lose to that extent--my butt made a brief unscheduled appearance during the short removal. Chalk it up to the perils of wearing baggy clothes.)
Oh! And the extra special fun, I got to play with my car on Friday!! Engine flush, oil change and new front brake pads. I haven't had anywhere available to work on it so it's been several years since I've gotten to tinker. I missed it horribly. The only bummer, at one point I took my glasses off and put them on the roof of the car. Yeah, they're gone now. Yay for insurance.
So, now I have to do that laundry, because I have no clean boxers. Clean boxers are important.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
I swear it's not what you think
I donated blood earlier this week. The vein in my left arm is out there for all the world to see, whereas the one in my right arm is very shy. Without fail, they opt for my outgoing, sociable left vein, with no problems. It was a bad sign when the lady this time looked at it and said, "Hmm...that's really near the surface, we might not want to use it." Well she used it, and now I've got this awesome track mark accompanied by a huge bruise that has gotten bigger every day.
So for the record, it's not a real track mark--I generally shoot up between my toes.
So for the record, it's not a real track mark--I generally shoot up between my toes.
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