I'd like to join Kang and Kodos in wishing you all a happy Halloween!
I was beginning to get suspicious - Uncle Chuck has been unusually quiet since his return from some engineer-type meetings. I was even more suspicious when he exclaimed, "You've changed your hair color!" after handing me a technical paper for revision. "No...but I did wash it."
"Can you read my handwriting?" (Note: He's still spelling insert 'incert'.)"Yes, Chuck, no problem. I've deciphered your handwriting before." He then reads to me all the pages of handwriten revisions. There's no point trying to stop him by pointing out that I can't possibly memorize it from his recitation. That's our Uncle Chuckie. That was two days ago.
Yesterday my soup-ervisor asked if I had received said revisions from Chuck - because the paper is due today, Halloween...*sigh*...
Soup spends a lot of time getting deadline extensions for these papers.
Behold the poker dogs in all their glory!
I caught the Simpsons Halloween special featuring Homer's fear of the dogs-playing-poker painting (They're dogs! And they're playing poker! AAAHHH!) less than an hour before receiving the above jpeg of the boys from last weekend. Coincidence? I think not!
We've been getting a lot of political advertisements in our mailbox lately. It's fascinating, in a revolting way. For instance, I got a big mailer reminding me that JEB! was anti-choice (duh!). Jeff's the same political affiliation, that is to say, not affiliated with any party, and he didn't get the same ad. Other times we each get our own copy of the same ad. You'd think the'd save money by reduping (or is it deduping? I should know this, I'm in marketing!) their lists.
One earnest letter pleading that I vote for a certain candidate was printed on a local businessman's stationery. Three pages of it. The first half was devoted to convincing me of how bad candidate A was. The second half described who I should vote for. Halfway through the glowing list of his accomplishments was slipped in the fact that the candidate "then excelled at professional wrestling and became well known throughout the nation. Brian was recently inducted into the Wrestling Hall of Fame."
!!! Wow, another Jesse Ventura, right here in my backyard? This I gotta see!
Now, looking at the above picture, that puts the following quote, from the same letter, in a completely different context:
"When I first met Brian I enjoyed an experience that comes to each of us at various times in our life - the type experience that can never be planned or anticipated. Such an experience is when we meet someone that we know instantly is a very special person. A person that we feel we have known for all our lives. My meeting Brian Blair was that type experience."
I might vote for the guy, but only if he promises to spice up county commission meetings by hitting people with folding chairs!
Knock on door. Door opens seconds later.
"Trick or Treat!"
"Hi guys. A monster and a pimp. That's...cool."
"I'm a dead pimp!"
"Oh?"
Youngster indicates hint of pale makeup on face. "Yeah. I got popped, see?"
"Ah! Well, Happy Halloween!"
ADDENDUM: Using Mal Wart bags to hold your Trick or Treat loot is tacky. Spring the 78 cents to get one of those plastic pumpkins. Or else go with the traditional pillowcase.
Some of you may have undertaken the NaNoWriMo challenge. How I would love to join you! However, this is really not a good time this year, with various work and family commitments, not to mention a non-fiction work I need to delve into. A coworker who loves to write fiction and I agreed over lunch the other day: with the holidays, why did they pick this month? Sid knew one possible answer - the Persian goddess of literacy was honored in November. Sid is so smart!
So, here I am, one of the unfortunate folks left behind on port as the S.S. NaNoWriMo sets sail. I'm waving and throwing confetti in the participants' honor. (Think the opening scenes of "Love Boat".) I'll stay on shore this time out and play with my blog. Have fun, don't forget to write! (ha ha) I hope next year to be on board with you.
You're out of the woods,
You're out of the dark,
You're out of the night.
Step into the sun, Step into the light.
Why is that stuck in my head? It's certainly not because I voted this morning.
Had a great time with the Sinister Posse TM last Saturday at DisneyQuest. That accursed mouse has struck it rich again. I liked all the hockey games in spite of my total ineptitude. And I loved all the retro 1980's-era video games, I'm still addicted to Tempest after 20 years. The Pirates of the Caribbean game rocks. To my embarrassment, it turns out that I can't handle any of the VR-type games where the display moves but I stay stationary. No puking, but my stomach indicated that it was very unhappy. How wimpy of me.
But it didn't at all spoil the day, especially when the Browns beat the Bills, though there had to have been some computer chip-inspired luck involved, considering I was randomly pushing buttons.
We were there to celebrate Jeff and Sev's birthdays. I'm sure there is some cosmic significance to the two men in my life being born on the same day, same year. Perhaps it's to disprove astrology once and for all.
In other news, my Check Engine light has returned, glowing, ominous and taunting all at the same time. Damn.
I'm avoiding Hungry Howard the ad salesman. I call him Hungry because he either faxes me or calls me every other day, trying to get me to buy ad space. Since the deadline to buy for this particular publication isn't for another couple of weeks, he really needs to chill out; luckily my office phone has caller ID, as soon as I see the city he lives in pop up on that display, I know what to do - ignore the phone.
Otherwise I'm designing graphics in PhotoShop and working on a couple of Uncle Chuckie projects. Big fun, I know. Went round and round trying to order supplies for our color photocopier - The Document People couldn't find their collective butt with both hands. I hate those stupid "Please tell me your serial number" prompts from the voice mail system. "I'd rather talk to a human, please." <"I'm sorry, I didn't understand your serial number. Please tell me your serial number." "NO! I refuse to talk to a recording, it makes me feel awkward. Put a human on the line!" When I relent and recite the number, the stupid thing didn't understand me anyway.
Snoopy rocks. I think that most days I'm closer in personality to Lucy.
The What Soda Are You Quiz By Vishal
I once heard that prune juice is used to give Dr. Pepper it's unique flavor.
Cool, didn't he create the show "Elephant Parts"? I never saw an episode of their show until they started showing them on MTV.
So I'm standing there in my mechanic's parking lot, minding my own business, reading a book. This sedan containing three dressed-for-the-office people pulls up. I glance up and step out of the parking space I'm standing in, thinking that they were there (like me) to get their car fixed. Not so.
A woman gets out of the car. "Hello," she says. I glance up, say hi, look back at my book. "Here's something for you to read," she says, extending a Watchtower or Awake! or whatever the hell the JWs foist on us heathens. "Um, no thanks," I reply, looking back at my book. "Oh, well, we're just trying to encourage Bible reading." "That's nice," I respond, not bothering to look up. She got back in the car and the JW Squad drove away.
Were they on their way to some meeting and just happened to see me and decided I needed saving? Was this an impromptu occurrence? Or were they driving around town looking for lost souls to save? Would they have loaded me in the sedan and taken me to JW Headquarters if I had been willing?
One thing's for sure, I don't think anything weirder than that can happen to me today - I hope.
"We're talking hype, we're talking carny, we're talking sideshow...This is marketing, we need to get the carny mentality!...Put two exclamation points there!!"
Coming soon - Siamese twins in a jar used to sell electrical engineering products!! I can't wait to design that ad!
This is a real neat quiz!
Oh man, I hate that stuff. This is the first quiz that came up with an unflattering description. No, wait, I came up as Claire on the "What Breakfast Club Character Are You Quiz". "I am not conceited!"
Sorry I haven't had too many interesting things to report; work has been taking the majority of my creativity. Whatever's left must be diverted to Project: Non-Fiction Writing. Which, as of last night, is officially underway.
I don't know if this qualifies as interesting, but I just walked down the hall and smelled a combination of soup and body odor. I have no idea what this may portend, but one thing's for sure - I'm leaving this place for lunch today!
I've visited some blogs where the writer has a shopping list; like I'm going to buy a total stranger something, even if he or she is an entertaining stranger.
But that doesn't mean you have to feel the same way! Perhaps you'd like to see what I'd like to find under my Christma$ tree this year:
Available at Spiegel. Item # A33 691 2530. Size 10.
You'd make me the happiest blogger in the free world!
Thanking you in advance,
Karen
