Warped Woofing
loose threads, fabrications, purls of wisdom and other belabored puns baste on my adventures in real life |
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Tuesday, April 30, 2002
Today's Hint from Hulloise:
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6:09 PM
Filling out the forms for my employer's insurance plan du jour, I noticed this among the list of benefits:
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10:20 PM The abbreviation "PFC" for "Private First Class" came up in an e-conversation today. Maybe it's because I recently had and satisfied a takeout fried chicken jones, but "PFC" made me think of "KFC". Must be the rank of a chicken colonel. You know, "KFC Harlan Saunders".
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9:45 PM You'd think I'd learn. I noticed that several posts here were recorded at 35 minutes after the hour, so when I found myself ready to post and a glace at the clock told me that it would end up being another in the :35 series, I waited a bit. Hah. Take that predictability! Next day, same thing, dang it. So again I waited before posting, only I noticed afterward that the timestamp was almost to the minute the same as the previous day's. You'd think I'd learn.
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9:56 PM My buddy Dave responded to my e-mail directing his and a bunch of other friends' attention to the office webcam a coworker of mine has set up by seriously asking me about teleconferencing options as he is about to move to Mississippi, whence he will telecommute to his job in Maryland. After giving him a serious recommendation I opined that a more appropriate way to teleconference from Mississippi would be to photocopy his face making various expressions (e.g. happy, sad, astonished, fake-polite) then fax them to the head office as the occasion warrants. Ten years ago I would have recommended snail-mailing stick figures, but hey, it's the 21st century now.
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10:35 PM
Still no sign of the costume book, so I called Amazon.com yesterday. Usually they're unusually prompt -- once I got something the very next day -- but this order is the second in my experience with them where I've had to speak to a real live human being to inquire after my stuff. Amazon claims that UPS' dog ate the package, while UPS claims that they never got the package in the first place and that amazon.com's mom dresses it funny. Still, the Amazon rep was pleasant enough and manually re-ordered my items on the spot, upgrading my shipping to boot. As she was looking up the items and speaking their titles aloud, I realized why this order and the other one were lost: both contained "guilty pleasure" items. This one contained, in addition to the costume book, a couple of Mad Magazine anthologies and a deck of Tarot cards. Last time I had to complain about a lost item, the item in question was the 70's music box set I mentioned the other day. 'nuff said.
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6:52 PM So I ordered these nifty cobalt blue salt and pepper shakers. Yeah, and the butter dish, too. Only instead of a "Salt" and a "Pepper" they sent me a "Pepper" and a "Pepper". Yes, I kept them. Too much of a hassle to return them and anyway I like the idea that someone out there got a "Salt" and a "Salt". Whoever he is, he is obviously meant to be my soul mate. Sadly, we'll likely never meet: he'll have long since dropped dead from hypertension. All that salt, you know.
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6:50 PM
In an interview Cameron Crowe said that he has for years made monthly compilations of the music he is currently listening to and claims it is "better than a diary." Dang, I wish I had thought of doing that long ago. Right now I'm listening to the first 4 CDs of a 1970s pop music box set, covering 1970-71. First few bars of "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes" and suddenly I'm back in 4th grade, listening to WIXY 1260 while I do my homework.
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5:46 PM
I've been re-reading Antonia Fraser's The Wives of Henry VIII (my first link!) As was the case the first time through 5 years ago, I am drawn in by Fraser's humanization of her subjects and agree with my friend Jan's assessment that reading dull history is "like a dry hump."
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11:36 PM
Speaking of cousins, following the death of my Aunt Shirley last August I submitted the following 100-worder to the Washington Post's Autobiography as Haiku thingy. They had been quick to accept one I had sent earlier in the year (to be posted here later on, p'r'aps.) Nothing but crickets on this one, though. What the hell, I like it. Considering my mom's emergency heart surgery in March, it is a good thing that prophecy is not one of my super powers.
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5:34 PM A study has shown that marrying one's first cousin carries way less genetic risk than was previously supposed, thus expanding the pool of potential spouses for many of us. Well, not me. I have only two first cousins, both of whom are already married (not to each other) and -- worse -- the same gender as me. Heavy sigh.
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9:49 PM This springtime allergy season I'm making do with drugstore-brand caplets that for some curious reason are the identical shade of yellow as the pollen that plagues me. Is it subliminal marketing? Or perhaps a throwback to the pre-historical, certainly pre-HMO and pre-FDA days when a plant shaped like lungs, for example, was thought to be beneficial to that organ? I really want to believe it's the latter, but if so that doesn't by a long shot even begin to explain Pepto Bismol.
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8:43 PM
My agency got hit hard with the "MyLife" virus the other day. Yesterday was a zoo of a time dealing with the aftermath. Today probably was too. I wouldn't know for sure because I was scheduled to teach an all-day class away from the craziness of the Help Desk. Any relief I felt over my reprieve from virus fallout was erased when one of my students, sitting just a few yards away from me, spent the day picking her nose and snorting back the excess. I wish I was making this up. You'd think that eventually she'd run out of boogers, but nooooooooo. When I shut down her PC after class I covered my fingers with a layer of paper towels and then washed my hands manically afterward, like Lady MacBeth. Out, out, damned snot!
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9:35 PM
The crow sees me coming and so must interrupt his mid-street meal of squashed squirrel to avoid becoming roadkill himself. Although equipped with a dandy escape mechanism -- wings -- he chooses not to beat a hasty airborne retreat; gauging my oncoming speed with cocky accuracy he struts leisurely away to the safety of the curb. I have to admire his bravado.
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5:48 PM
This thought streaked* through my brain when I saw a passenger-less Navy Annex shuttle bus on Columbia Pike: "It's sterile -- no seamen in it."
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4:20 PM
Yesterday's adventure in bloodstain removal reminds me of an adventure in soup seasoning.
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9:31 PM
Today's Hint from Hulloise:
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10:22 PM
A friend who took an early look here asked about the dedication to "JRW", wondering what my blog's nonsensical content had to do with the man she knew was the love of my life.
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1:07 PM
Overheard in an elevator:
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11:43 AM
Fact: A woman wearing a sari and delicately embroidered slippers exudes elegance in any setting, even a grimy ladies' room in a turnpike rest stop.
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10:58 PM The shuttle has been launched.
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