Why is it called a TV Set when there's only one?
We've talked about this.
I know...I just can't help myself on Rhetorical Friday.
Well, I certainly hope you have something good to make up for this.
Good is such a relative term. Here's something that's both amazingly good and horrifying at the same time. Rumour has it there's a foot ball game of some sort coming up this weekend. If you happen to be hosting a party and are wondering what kinds of snack foods you should provide for your guests...Holy Taco has the answer.
The Greatest Snack Food Stadium Ever Built!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
This actually happened
I actually searched through the box to find crackers that were intact before crumbling them up into my chili.
No Office tonight?
Sadly, no. They're bypassing tonight's episode in favour of an hour-long spot after some football game on Sunday.
So tell us about the crackers.
Yeah...I was in the adorably tiny cafeteria thing at work, and decided to have chili for lunch. This involves crumbling crackers into the bowl, if anyone is unfamiliar with how to eat chili. To that end, they have a box next to the chili containing packets of crackers...and as you might expect, some of them are already broken due to shipping and handling issues.
I reached into the box and grabbed two packets of crackers, (Since that's the limit. They say they'll charge you after 2 packets) and before putting them on my tray, I noticed that one of the crackers was already broken. Mind you, the wrapping was still intact, and the crackers were perfectly serviceable, but it was broken in like 5 pieces! What's up with that?
So, I put that packet back and carefully selected a new one with intact crackers. Feeling better about myself, I paid for my lunch and proceeded to smash the crackers into little tiny pieces to dump in my chili. It was one of those times when I had a bit of a revelation, thinking of some poor sap who actually eats crackers rather than powdering them into their soup...and how he's now stuck with broken cracker bits because of me.
I got a chuckle out of that.
No Office tonight?
Sadly, no. They're bypassing tonight's episode in favour of an hour-long spot after some football game on Sunday.
So tell us about the crackers.
Yeah...I was in the adorably tiny cafeteria thing at work, and decided to have chili for lunch. This involves crumbling crackers into the bowl, if anyone is unfamiliar with how to eat chili. To that end, they have a box next to the chili containing packets of crackers...and as you might expect, some of them are already broken due to shipping and handling issues.
I reached into the box and grabbed two packets of crackers, (Since that's the limit. They say they'll charge you after 2 packets) and before putting them on my tray, I noticed that one of the crackers was already broken. Mind you, the wrapping was still intact, and the crackers were perfectly serviceable, but it was broken in like 5 pieces! What's up with that?
So, I put that packet back and carefully selected a new one with intact crackers. Feeling better about myself, I paid for my lunch and proceeded to smash the crackers into little tiny pieces to dump in my chili. It was one of those times when I had a bit of a revelation, thinking of some poor sap who actually eats crackers rather than powdering them into their soup...and how he's now stuck with broken cracker bits because of me.
I got a chuckle out of that.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I had to walk, of course.
I never got snow days when I was in school, either.
There's only a couple inches out there.
Which is why I'm at work today, instead of burrowing into a hole waiting for winter to end. This little dusting of snow isn't enough to stop me...although most of my coworkers have already decided to bail on the day, in addition to basically every school within a 50-mile radius.
Well somebody has to think of the children.
I honestly think in my entire high school career, I only got 2 snow days...and they weren't even snow days, technically. The high temperature was something like 10 below zero (-23C), and they cancelled school...but never because of snow. Now, every time there's snow, no matter how much, all of the nearby schools close. It's weird...there can be snow in the forecast, and schools will close...there was one day this winter when it was raining, and most of the schools thought it might turn to snow at some point, so they closed. (For the record, it didn't turn to snow...just rained all day.)
I guess my point is that I'm sure this aspect of The Wussification Of America is brought on by lawsuits against the school buses, which are all contracted out now and no longer run by the school district. It does make for a better drive to work, however. Everybody follows the school wussifcation with their own and stays home, so I have the roads all to myself...except for the overly cautious moron who feels obligated to drive 10MPH the entire way down the highway. Jerk.
There's only a couple inches out there.
Which is why I'm at work today, instead of burrowing into a hole waiting for winter to end. This little dusting of snow isn't enough to stop me...although most of my coworkers have already decided to bail on the day, in addition to basically every school within a 50-mile radius.
Well somebody has to think of the children.
I honestly think in my entire high school career, I only got 2 snow days...and they weren't even snow days, technically. The high temperature was something like 10 below zero (-23C), and they cancelled school...but never because of snow. Now, every time there's snow, no matter how much, all of the nearby schools close. It's weird...there can be snow in the forecast, and schools will close...there was one day this winter when it was raining, and most of the schools thought it might turn to snow at some point, so they closed. (For the record, it didn't turn to snow...just rained all day.)
I guess my point is that I'm sure this aspect of The Wussification Of America is brought on by lawsuits against the school buses, which are all contracted out now and no longer run by the school district. It does make for a better drive to work, however. Everybody follows the school wussifcation with their own and stays home, so I have the roads all to myself...except for the overly cautious moron who feels obligated to drive 10MPH the entire way down the highway. Jerk.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
He's as bad as John Williams
Tone Loc totally stole “Wild Thing” from Charlie Daniels
You should check your temperature...a rap song stolen from country?
Indeed. I was made aware of this just yesterday, and couldn't wait to share with you. So while the music may be slightly different, the meter and rhythm of "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc completely mirrors that of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia."
No.
It's true! Here's proof, formatted for easy viewing:
You should check your temperature...a rap song stolen from country?
Indeed. I was made aware of this just yesterday, and couldn't wait to share with you. So while the music may be slightly different, the meter and rhythm of "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc completely mirrors that of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia."
No.
It's true! Here's proof, formatted for easy viewing:
- Shoppin' at the mall looking for some gear to buy
I saw this girl
she cool rocked my world
and I had to adjust my fly.
She looked at me and smiled and said "You have plans for the night"
I said "Hopefully
if things go well
I'll be with you tonight" - The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this young man Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy let me tell you what..."
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tomorrow, we'll look at "ois"
A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed.
Well that's remarkably unfortunate for the overly-described ploughman then, isn't it?
Indeed it is.
So what's the point?
The point is that in the English language, the letter combination "ough" can be pronounced nine different ways, and today's Sametime Status contains all of them.
Interesting, and educational. Thank you Jeremy.
In addition, today brings news that the coach of a high school girls basketball team that beat their opponent 100-0 Has Been Fired. This brings up the age-old question of how much do you let up on an over matched opponent in sports before you've crossed the line into classless showboating? What's actually more embarrassing...losing a basketball game by 100 points when the winning team does nothing but run out the clock and shoot low-percentage 3 point shots in the second half, or losing a game by 40 points to a team hot-dogging and running circles around you like the Harlem Globetrotters and only taking shots left-handed? Discuss!
Well that's remarkably unfortunate for the overly-described ploughman then, isn't it?
Indeed it is.
So what's the point?
The point is that in the English language, the letter combination "ough" can be pronounced nine different ways, and today's Sametime Status contains all of them.
Interesting, and educational. Thank you Jeremy.
In addition, today brings news that the coach of a high school girls basketball team that beat their opponent 100-0 Has Been Fired. This brings up the age-old question of how much do you let up on an over matched opponent in sports before you've crossed the line into classless showboating? What's actually more embarrassing...losing a basketball game by 100 points when the winning team does nothing but run out the clock and shoot low-percentage 3 point shots in the second half, or losing a game by 40 points to a team hot-dogging and running circles around you like the Harlem Globetrotters and only taking shots left-handed? Discuss!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Former Roommate of Rhetorical Friday
I couldn't quite remember how to throw a boomerang, but eventually it came back to me.
When is Rhetorical Friday going to stop?
When I run out of rhetorical questions and phrases. Until then, it's turned into a thing, so we're going to keep running with it.
Don't people hate it?
Rhetorical Friday gets very mixed reviews...but since that amuses the heck out of me, I'm going to keep it up.
When is Rhetorical Friday going to stop?
When I run out of rhetorical questions and phrases. Until then, it's turned into a thing, so we're going to keep running with it.
Don't people hate it?
Rhetorical Friday gets very mixed reviews...but since that amuses the heck out of me, I'm going to keep it up.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
If I had to see this, so do you
Apparently, my dream is to be big, ugly, and wear yellow polka dots. I had no idea.
You're not wearing polka dots today?
So today's Sametime Status is a reference to professional wrestler "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes. This was brought up not long ago in a conversation with a co-worker about the origins of someone's nickname. Apparently, this coworker had never heard of the wrestler, so the cultural reference was lost...but now you're all aware as well. So, for those of you loyal readers in America (and American loyal readers travelling abroad), here is...apparently...your dream:
You're not wearing polka dots today?
So today's Sametime Status is a reference to professional wrestler "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes. This was brought up not long ago in a conversation with a co-worker about the origins of someone's nickname. Apparently, this coworker had never heard of the wrestler, so the cultural reference was lost...but now you're all aware as well. So, for those of you loyal readers in America (and American loyal readers travelling abroad), here is...apparently...your dream:
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