Signs of the times (many from Engrish website)

And the first one is particularly apropos:

It takes me over a minute to make my coffee. Sad. On the other hand, there don't seem to be any office policies against wailing. :)


From Mississippi for the Jews...

And if Bush's pronunciation is considered a bit "off," how's this?


Versatility is key.


At a hotel...


No comment.





And I thought Artisinal had the most imaginative cheeses available...



Poor guy.







I particularly enjoy the first and second to last perhibitions...


:)

Happy day!

If you haven't done this, you haven't lived.

Burn a bagel in the office, smoking it up. On a styrofoam plate, forgotten, in the microwave. The smoky smell is lingering even out here in the west wing of the office...

Okay, I just like saying "West Wing," too.

Now to heat, but not burn, another bagel. Will breakfast ever happen?

Stay tuned as our heroine returns to the heat of battle.

A Tale of One City

Suddenly, the calm was broken by a silhouette in the doorway.

"This is just sad," he said.

Our heroine said nothing, but continued staring stonily ahead.

"It's 5pm, Friday. You're standing, alone, in the dark, in the storeroom at work. Illuminated only by the glow of the microwave, as you stare at your coffee reheat." He paused. "Pathetic."

Our heroine had to silently agree, but she who drinks coffee laughs last.


Maniacally, naturally.

Am almost finished my task for the day. And now computer has decided to mess up formatting, ensuring that I will be in the office at least another 45 minutes, retyping this blasted thing into another document.

(Have taken minor liberties with my dear colleague's remarks. He may not have actually ended it with "pathetic." But those who have tasted the bitter truth find it hard to coat it in saccharine for our gentle readers...)

And for those of us who like to learn something new each day, VOILA! (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

August was named in honor of Caesar Augustus. The month reputedly has 31 days because Augustus wanted as many days as Julius Caesar's July. Augustus placed the month where it is because that is when Cleopatra died. Before Augustus renamed August, it was called Sextilis in Latin, since it was the sixth month in the Roman calendar which started in March.


Yes. And I want my month to have 8 days. All (paid) weekends. With no periods that month.
*wide, dreamy smile*
I'll take the days off of...July and August. The toughest months in the northern hemisphere. Let it be.

Fire!

Two fire-related thoughts this fine balmy morning:

On firetrucks and old age
I realized a rather frightening tendency I have developed. It used to be that whenever I saw a firetruck outside a building, I hoped everyone was okay. And if I saw it outside or near a building I worked in or lived in or caroused in or whatnot, I would wonder if today was a day that would change everything (ie all destroyed). Not in a bad way. Just in a fatalistic/realistic way. Curiosity. Sometimes dread, if it was at the end of a long work-day. Now, all this I consider to be normal. But I've noticed that if I see a firetruck on my street or near my office, my new first thought is--"oh boy. what did I leave on??" And yes, this happened yesterday afternoon after a long work-day. And don't worry, folks, the firetruck was just doing a complicated 38-point turn, that's all.

On fire and old age
I forget what the heck I was going to say. I guess this really is an old-age thing...

Oh yeah. Shouting "Fire!" in a Crowded Theater
So, I went to the movies with two adorable little cousins of mine, and with -r2. Who goes by a more normal name when I'm not referring to her online. For some unknown reason, while the trailers were on, the topic comes up of it being illegal to shout "fire!" in a crowded theater. At which point -r2 decides to educate my impressionable young cousins by noting that since "Sky High" had only attracted about 4 other patrons other than us, shouting "fire!" in this theater would not be illegal. *facepalm* Thank goodness she didn't assign homework. I forget to un-teach them this sterling gem of knowledge.

And now to something completely different...

The Scorecard of Life (Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune) vs the Plaintiff (~R)
Life: 1. ~R: 0

I took Benadryl last night. I'm not sure if I actually was tossing and turning all night, or if I dreamt about tossing and turning all night whilst tossing and turning. But I was left with the definite feeling that I didn't have more than 60 disjointed minutes of sleep. I actually leaned on the shower wall to keep myself upright. How cruel is that?

Broke down at 7:18am after being at work for 25 minutes, and went to Starbucks for frozen coffee, figuring that at least one component of the freezing, sugar-laden, caffeneited beverage would serve to awaken me. Scoffed at the idiots on the streets at 7:25am, who actually think they are in town early. Silly geese. They can't handle the truth.

Okay, back to work.