"Daddy's home." - B. Stinson
All of the Legendary quotes from Barney and this is the one you pick?
Well this one seemed the most appropriate today. After a season-and-a-half long story arc involving Barney and Robin dating, that nonsense is finally over and we can go back to the Barney we know and love. I just hope the rest of the show/writing hasn't degenerated enough that it can't recover from this disastrous plot line.
Dorsal fin circling?
You know...the phrase "Jump The Shark" gets thrown out very quickly on TV shows now when somebody doesn't like something that happens. In hindsight, whether or not that turns into the true Jump The Shark moment or not really remains to be seen. The example, of course, being Happy Days in which everybody who ever watched the show points to Fonzie jumping the shark (literally) being the exact point at which the show started going downhill. One failed story arc does not a Jump The Shark moment make...and I'm willing to give How I Met Your Mother a chance to redeem itself (There are two slaps left, after all). However, if the show is never quite able to recover, I will be the first in line to point to "Sandcastles In The Sand" as the moment the show started to tank.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Herbs are healthy
Any lingering desire I may have for a healthy breakfast goes out the window on Garlic-Herb Cream Cheese Day
What a coincidence. Any desire people have to be in meetings with you also disappears on Garlic-Herb Cream Cheese Day.
So the Adorably Tiny Cafeteria Thing In My Building rarely gets anything right...the new paperboard trays they instituted last week being a perfect example of them screwing up a formerly good thing. One area of extreme sway is the cream cheese supply for bagels. They usually have three flavours available: Regular, Cinnamon (blech), and the flavour of the week. The flavour of the week varies widely from things like Olive (I throw up a little just thinking about that), to onion (ehhh), to Roasted pepper (pretty good), to Garlic-Herb (Holy crap!). Garlic-Herb is amazing. It gives me a reason to get up in the morning, and to buy lots of mints at the grocery store. The sun seems to shine a little brighter on Garlic-Herb day.
Of course, eating a bagel with cream cheese every day is not necessarily the healthiest thing to do, and it also gets boring after a while. I like to mix it up with some toast, or oatmeal, maybe even a banana...but on Garlic-Herb day, there really is no discussion. It must be done. Because before I know it, Garlic-Herb day will be no more, replaced by olives....evil, evil olives....
What a coincidence. Any desire people have to be in meetings with you also disappears on Garlic-Herb Cream Cheese Day.
So the Adorably Tiny Cafeteria Thing In My Building rarely gets anything right...the new paperboard trays they instituted last week being a perfect example of them screwing up a formerly good thing. One area of extreme sway is the cream cheese supply for bagels. They usually have three flavours available: Regular, Cinnamon (blech), and the flavour of the week. The flavour of the week varies widely from things like Olive (I throw up a little just thinking about that), to onion (ehhh), to Roasted pepper (pretty good), to Garlic-Herb (Holy crap!). Garlic-Herb is amazing. It gives me a reason to get up in the morning, and to buy lots of mints at the grocery store. The sun seems to shine a little brighter on Garlic-Herb day.
Of course, eating a bagel with cream cheese every day is not necessarily the healthiest thing to do, and it also gets boring after a while. I like to mix it up with some toast, or oatmeal, maybe even a banana...but on Garlic-Herb day, there really is no discussion. It must be done. Because before I know it, Garlic-Herb day will be no more, replaced by olives....evil, evil olives....
Friday, November 6, 2009
Now read it backwards
TGIAFBTWHSSMICWFITBO
Thank God It's Actually Friday, Because This Week Has Sucked So Much, I Can’t Wait For It To Be Over?
Of course. Have a good weekend, everybody!
Thank God It's Actually Friday, Because This Week Has Sucked So Much, I Can’t Wait For It To Be Over?
Of course. Have a good weekend, everybody!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
This is why there's Hockey season
It's not so bad that the babies finally have their bottle, but now we’re going to have to hear about it for an entire year
As Willie so gleefully pointed out last night, the New York Steinbrenner's won the World Series last night. Good for them.
Indeed. After years of what can be described as nothing but miserable failure, the Steinbrenner's finally managed to buy the World Series. All it took was to continue using Major League Baseball as their own personal farm system to purchase another first baseman, two starting pitchers, and a new catcher. Not to mention the entire outfield they already bought to match their shiny new third baseman.
I kinda wonder just how sweet a victory it is to be put in a locker room with a bunch of mercenaries and have to pretend that you're actually a team if you happen to win.
No, I'm not whining about the economic disparity between baseball clubs, although it would be nice to see MLB get with the times and accept a salaray cap like every other major sporting league. Now that the Steinbrenners won the World Series again, that may be more likely, of course...but my issue lies more with the very concept of Steinbrenner Ball. (My own term for having none of your own talent, but solving all of your team's woes by throwing more and more money at them) Sure, it's the American Way, but the only thing that it serves to do is further your own interests, and not that of the sport as a whole. It's become a foregone conclusion that if a team develops an elite player, as soon as they're eligible, that player is going to leave to one of 4 maybe 5 teams who will be throwing around more money than anyone else. Why is it such a bad thing to take economics out of the equation and let proper team management, scouting, and training (you know...things actually related to the sport) be the deciding factors on whether or not a team is good?
It's true that Yankee fans are in the elite among obnoxious sports fans (See also: Cowboys, Dallas), and while your favourite team (and seriously...if you have never lived within 100 miles of NYC, you have no excuse for having them be your favourite team) may have won the World Series, it should feel like the emptiest of victories. This is not your team...this is a team cobbled together from the best of everyone else's teams because you could pay more for the pieces. Enjoy your victory...it certainly won't be the last, but do keep in mind that any other outcome would have been nothing short of pure disgrace.
As Willie so gleefully pointed out last night, the New York Steinbrenner's won the World Series last night. Good for them.
Indeed. After years of what can be described as nothing but miserable failure, the Steinbrenner's finally managed to buy the World Series. All it took was to continue using Major League Baseball as their own personal farm system to purchase another first baseman, two starting pitchers, and a new catcher. Not to mention the entire outfield they already bought to match their shiny new third baseman.
I kinda wonder just how sweet a victory it is to be put in a locker room with a bunch of mercenaries and have to pretend that you're actually a team if you happen to win.
No, I'm not whining about the economic disparity between baseball clubs, although it would be nice to see MLB get with the times and accept a salaray cap like every other major sporting league. Now that the Steinbrenners won the World Series again, that may be more likely, of course...but my issue lies more with the very concept of Steinbrenner Ball. (My own term for having none of your own talent, but solving all of your team's woes by throwing more and more money at them) Sure, it's the American Way, but the only thing that it serves to do is further your own interests, and not that of the sport as a whole. It's become a foregone conclusion that if a team develops an elite player, as soon as they're eligible, that player is going to leave to one of 4 maybe 5 teams who will be throwing around more money than anyone else. Why is it such a bad thing to take economics out of the equation and let proper team management, scouting, and training (you know...things actually related to the sport) be the deciding factors on whether or not a team is good?
It's true that Yankee fans are in the elite among obnoxious sports fans (See also: Cowboys, Dallas), and while your favourite team (and seriously...if you have never lived within 100 miles of NYC, you have no excuse for having them be your favourite team) may have won the World Series, it should feel like the emptiest of victories. This is not your team...this is a team cobbled together from the best of everyone else's teams because you could pay more for the pieces. Enjoy your victory...it certainly won't be the last, but do keep in mind that any other outcome would have been nothing short of pure disgrace.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
You'll get it
There's a fine line between bravery and "Asking For It"
I'm really hoping this comes with an amusing story of you crossing that line and ending up with some consequences. Please please please be the case...
Your concern for my well-being is noted, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble. Today's Sametime Status was thought up during a recent trip to the Adorably Tiny Cafeteria Thing In My Building. A gentleman was in the middle of tempting fate while dealing with the Famed Toaster of Hades.
You see, toasting preferences vary from person to person and from item to item. Bagels toast slower than bread, rye bread should be less toasted than wheat, nobody should ever toast a blueberry muffin and expect to get away with it...etc. High-volume industrial toasters are ill-equipped to deal with all of these variations and since the Cafeteria workers have removed all adjustment knobs from the face of the toaster, the only variable we have at our disposal is number of cycles. If one is not satisfied with the level of toasting achieved, another cycle can be run. The danger, of course, is that one can not un-toast an item once the Famed Toaster of Hades has its way.
Our friend here decided that a single toasting cycle was insufficient for his breakfast needs, so his toast went in again. Having dealt with the Toaster on a number of occasions, I was mildly concerned for him. To my abject terror, following two rounds of toasting, he studied his food carefully and put the toast in for a third go-round. This, my friends, is dancing with the devil...pale moonlight or otherwise. I thought to myself, "wow...this guy is brave." Then I thought to myself, "nope...this guy is asking for it."
I'm really hoping this comes with an amusing story of you crossing that line and ending up with some consequences. Please please please be the case...
Your concern for my well-being is noted, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble. Today's Sametime Status was thought up during a recent trip to the Adorably Tiny Cafeteria Thing In My Building. A gentleman was in the middle of tempting fate while dealing with the Famed Toaster of Hades.
You see, toasting preferences vary from person to person and from item to item. Bagels toast slower than bread, rye bread should be less toasted than wheat, nobody should ever toast a blueberry muffin and expect to get away with it...etc. High-volume industrial toasters are ill-equipped to deal with all of these variations and since the Cafeteria workers have removed all adjustment knobs from the face of the toaster, the only variable we have at our disposal is number of cycles. If one is not satisfied with the level of toasting achieved, another cycle can be run. The danger, of course, is that one can not un-toast an item once the Famed Toaster of Hades has its way.
Our friend here decided that a single toasting cycle was insufficient for his breakfast needs, so his toast went in again. Having dealt with the Toaster on a number of occasions, I was mildly concerned for him. To my abject terror, following two rounds of toasting, he studied his food carefully and put the toast in for a third go-round. This, my friends, is dancing with the devil...pale moonlight or otherwise. I thought to myself, "wow...this guy is brave." Then I thought to myself, "nope...this guy is asking for it."
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
And also whoops...
Am I the only person who remembers the words to that McDonald's commercial with Beethoven's "Fur Elise"?
Yes.
I don't think so. There must be somebody out there.
Most people don't really try to remember commercials for fast food chains.
But people still remember "Where's the Beef?" and that's basically the same concept. It was years ago, McD's ran a commercial with a girl playing "Fur Elise" at a piano recital while mentally singing lyrics about going to the restaurant after the show. There was something about her brother being a jerk and taking her french fries, and I can't imagine anyone who would do something like that.
You would do something like that. In fact...I'm pretty sure you have done something like that in the past.
The problem here is that I can no longer hear Fur Elise without expecting the girl to play the wrong note that goes along with "And also whoops and also fries."
It's troubling.
Yes.
I don't think so. There must be somebody out there.
Most people don't really try to remember commercials for fast food chains.
But people still remember "Where's the Beef?" and that's basically the same concept. It was years ago, McD's ran a commercial with a girl playing "Fur Elise" at a piano recital while mentally singing lyrics about going to the restaurant after the show. There was something about her brother being a jerk and taking her french fries, and I can't imagine anyone who would do something like that.
You would do something like that. In fact...I'm pretty sure you have done something like that in the past.
The problem here is that I can no longer hear Fur Elise without expecting the girl to play the wrong note that goes along with "And also whoops and also fries."
It's troubling.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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