A modern haiku
Automatic flush Porcelain technology It works when I stand
Automatic flush Porcelain technology It works when I stand
So the store lacked the antiperspirant I normally deploy. In fact it lacked nearly all aerosol antiperspirants so I bought the one they did have. Brut. By Faberge. I smell like my dad. This has been weirding me out all day.
Supraliminal Message: An image in your field of vision that is so long lasting that you cannot see it with the naked eye yet it imprints its information on the subconscious mind.
At what point do you unsubscribe from a feed or podcast instead of just bulk deleting the stuff it throws at you because you’re not interested in reading or listening? For me that threshold is remarkably high. I think I delete at least half of the stuff in my feed reader without even skimming these…
Overheard in a meeting in re sneaking alcohol onto a plane: Time release shots Perhaps I need to talk to my father about putting this together. He needs something to do in his retirement from organic chemistry.
My favorite typo of the day so far: oslution. Like something you’d find in poetry written by a frustrated chemist… O, Slut ion Whence will you bond? My feelings remain positive Your affect remains negative Still alone, we drift in solution
I have a deep, unsettling feeling that the lunch I ate is on the verge of making me a bad neighbor in Cubeland.
Dudes in the next set of cubes over are discussing how lame owning a Prius is, mostly by bagging on the higher-than-most MPG a Prius gets. Because it’s so much fun to pay for gas as frequently as possible?
What could possibly go wrong with the the lineup the Beatniks are going to sport this weekend? Sheesh.