Rainman makes manager

All I have to say is ,"The hell?"

Silence of the Legos

Thanks to AOTS, but this needs to be shared!! (NSFW)



Ah, what can't be done with Legos?

A Barenaked Farewell

A few days ago my favorite band announced that one of their key members is leaving to "solo projects including theatrical opportunities".

It should be interesting to see what this does for the band. While he did write quite a few of the songs, he was by no means the sole creative mind in the band. I don't really think it will affect the songs too much. The big impact will be the loss of his voice. Ed Robertson is a great singer, but can't quite compete with Steven's voice. The good news is that it seems to be a friendly break and the band is supporting Steven's decision.

In any case I'm looking forward to future albums, one of which is being recorded this spring. Plus I wish good luck to Steven!

Sleepless babies and dead dogs

The last few nights, B-Mac as decided that night time is most definitely not the time to sleep. He is clearly exhausted, but is too stubborn to admit it (a trait he obviously gets from his mother, BTW). Each night has taken 2 - 3 hours to get the little bugger to sleep. He'll doze just long enough for us to walk out of the room and he's wide awake again - sigh.

Anyway, last night I had just gotten him to stay asleep (after about 2 1/2 hours of coaxing) and it actually looked like he would stay that way. I laid his sleeping form into his crib and turned around to see the dog standing behind me wagging his tail, with an almost mischevious doggie smile. I swear he winked at me! The damned mutt then proceeded to shake his head violently, producing a huge clatter of dog tags. B-Mac was awake yet again.

I now have a lovely Australian Shepherd pelt for sale, CHEAP!

Customer Quote of the Month - March

A woman on her cell phone walks in to the store and starts to wander. She's in the middle of a conversation, so I leave her be until she's done with the call. After a few minutes of discussing her hair or some other BS, AWoHCP comes up to the counter and looks at me with a "Are you going to help me or not?" look. Bear in mind she's still on the phone having a conversation.

After a mental bitch-slap I ask her, "Can I help you find something?"

AWoHCP (barely pausing in her previous conversation), "Do you have those earplugs that you can dive with?"

Me, "Yep, they're over here." I show her where they are.

AWoHCP, "I need a pair."

Me, "OK, but they come in sizes, so we'll have to measure your ear, and fit the correct one to you." In other words get the frak off the phone lady!

AWoHCP, "Ok, then what size do I need?" She then turns her head to show me her ear and tells the person on the phone about her her overly gassy labradoodle.

I use the measuring template and select a size, but then tell her, "This should work, but you really should try it on."

AWoHCP, without a pause in her inane conversation, moves the phone to her other ear, then leans her ear toward me. At this point she obviously wants me to stick the earplug in for her.

Me, "Um, you'll have to do that for yourself. I'm not sticking my finger in your ear."

AWoHCP sighs, takes the earplug and sticks it in while explaining to the poor person on the other end of the line about how loose her gassy labradoodle's stools are. She then turns to me with a look of "Well, does it work?"

Me, "OK, now you have to hum," (BTW, I'm not just frakking with her here - it's part of the fitting process), "If it's the correct fit, you'll hear the hum louder in the ear with the earplug."

AWoHCP gives me a disgusted look and says (to her poor phone partner), "SIGH, I guess I need to go. I'll call you back." She then hangs up, hums and we complete the fitting. The rest of the transaction went fine. After paying, she hadn't taken 5 steps before she was back on the phone.

Now I'll admit I can't really remember what her conversations were about, but I do know it was all inane chatter. The conversation was certainly one that could have been paused for 5 minutes to be polite and get what she needed done. This is why I have a pet peeve of people and their cell phones. I'm all for them personally, I have one too. But I think it's incredibly rude to walk into a store while on the phone - I always try to finish my call before I walk in. Ah well, another day, another dollar.

Although I do like gassylabradoodle.com...

For the Math geeks...

Happy Square Root Day!

Yep a day that only comes 9 times every century. Party up, or at least as much as you math types party.

You know, grab an appletini and rotate 4th dimensional objects through 7th dimensional space...

Good times....good times...