Am I the only person who gets a fair amount of satisfaction when listening to my iPod from the fact that it makes it much easier to ignore homeless/crazy people I pass? Am I the only person who, for the same reason, will wear my headphones even if I can’t find my iPod or if my battery is dead, while I stick the unplugged end into my pocket?
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At our office, it has become a recent tradition to go to a local Indian buffet for lunch on Fridays. Many of us have just been introduced to Indian food, but we have still learned what all the different words mean and we know what to expect now. Paneer = cheese. Naan = bread.
I have noticed recently that most often at the lunch buffets, most of the tables are other groups of office people on lunch break. That actually isn’t the surprising part. In probably close to half of these groups, I have noticed that there is precisely one Indian person in the group. Not two, but one. I can imagine that at about 10:30 this morning there was a conversation which I will demonstrate verbatim:
Joe Whitey: You know what? I really could go for some Indian food today! But I never know what to get. Hey, Sameer would know what to get, let’s have him go with us. Hey, Sameer, we’re getting Indian food, you want to come with us? You always know what’s good.
Sameer: Okay, fine.
Sameer’s internal dialog: Just once I wish we could go to fucking Fuddrucker’s!
I like tequila. I like mojitos. If I could find a way to combine them, synergy: Tequito!
Or has that name already been taken?
“I worry he’s just waiting for the last Harry Potter book to come out before he kills himself.”
Last night we attended “BarBarella-Q”, a screening of Barbarella, Queen of the Galaxy which was part of the “Summer Camp” movie series at the Hirshhorn Museum. While the movie was terrifically camp from the zero-g spacesuit strip with music by Burt Bacharach to the floor, wall and ceiling shag carpet of her space ship to Dr. Durand Durand’s Excessive Machine (yes, Duran Duran took their name from the movie), what I found much more interesting was that hundreds of very interesting people would stand in line to see a forty year old film that was a box office flop. And never since I moved to the DC metro area have I seen such an un-diverse group of people. It was almost uncomfortable. Out of the 200 or so people that they fit in the theater, I counted two black men and an Asian guy. Is there something uniquely white about camp humor or about science fiction? Also interesting to note is that nearly all of the men in the audience were either older straight men or young gay men.
“What’s that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.” -Jane Fonda as Barbarella
“Our password is… ‘LlanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwIIllantysiliogogogoch.” -Dildano
Did you know that the refrigerator magnet was invented in 1964? It’s hard to believe, because I was growing up in the 1980′s. 1964 + 20 years = 1984. 1984 + 20 years = 2004. So 1964 is only about twice as long ago as I can remember.
Also, wrist watches were not worn by men until WWI.
Link.
Today on the commute home I was stopped at a traffic light behind a car that had a very wordy bumper sticker. Five lines to be exact. The text was so small that in my attempt to read the bumper sticker I was distracted from its message. I don’t remember what it said. Just that the text was tiny. I prefer Heather’s bumper sticker: “F the President”
I know many people, myself included, will sometimes dream about waking up, showering, preparing for work, and then when you actually wake up you are angered because you have to go through the whole process a second time.
This morning I woke up parched at 2AM. I did what I thought was get out of bed and get a glass of water and then crawl back into bed. I woke up again at 3AM, even thirstier than before, only to realize that I never actually got out of bed for a drink earlier, but had dreamed the entire event.
I’m pretty sure it’s time to get my hair cut. Do you know how I know? This morning I was walking down the hall at work and every time I took a step, I could feel my faux hawk bounce. Yeah, it’s getting too long.
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