Friday, August 31, 2007
"Sorry to be of help!"
I have a co-worker who ends his e-mails with this salutation. He said it to my face once, and I think my ears started bleeding. Sometimes, when I read it, I fantasize about throwing him through a plateglass window.
When I got to work this morning, I thought maybe someone had finally done it:
When I got to work this morning, I thought maybe someone had finally done it:
Turns out, the interior window shattered with no known cause, raining glass down on our cafeteria at 1 AM last night. As there are approximately 80* of these looking on to the atrium, it is closed until further notice. View from my cube:
Caption: NOT an exit.
I can't tell if I'm sad I missed it, or sad I wasn't eating lunch under it when it happened. [No thanks to you, Chuck Palahniuk!]
*Correction: There are 314... well, 313...in our building alone. This should be fun.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
You won't sound ridiculous if you repeat out loud.
I'm thinking about renaming the blog to FCH Watch. It is the only thing I find interesting and worthy of commentary any more. I'm like the Perez Hilton of FCH, and I make no apologies. With R and El Greg as my couple on the street, I seem to get constant updates: "Creepy guy came out," "I saw two more go in," "He almost touched me!" Walking home last night (yeah, I'm slow, but I still think I broke this story), it seemed FCH might have actually caught fire:
Upon further inspection, it seems they were just hunting for a fire, looking from business to business--like they got called and weren't leaving until they had something to report back. So they checked out everything, and were checking out our local house of ill repute as I walked by:
In other, only slightly-FCH-related news, Saturday morning I stumbled upon my personal field of dreams--an expansive Zipcar lot. Zipcars, so far, have mostly made their habitat in alleyway parking spaces or cheap sketchy lots, preferring to travel in small groups or alone. But now, suddenly, a pride of zipcars have appeared on my block, in a lot doused in You-Can't-Do-That-On-Television green! I'm way too cheap to actually use Zipcar, but after leaving the window down and then brillo-ing off half the paint job of my parent's Toyota Camry (a car so boring, I routinely forgot where I parked it), I might have to start.
And what's the best part? Yup, that's FCH in the background. I haven't thought of any good promotional tie-ins yet, but greater minds than mine read this blog, and I implore you to share your suggestions.
Upon further inspection, it seems they were just hunting for a fire, looking from business to business--like they got called and weren't leaving until they had something to report back. So they checked out everything, and were checking out our local house of ill repute as I walked by:
In other, only slightly-FCH-related news, Saturday morning I stumbled upon my personal field of dreams--an expansive Zipcar lot. Zipcars, so far, have mostly made their habitat in alleyway parking spaces or cheap sketchy lots, preferring to travel in small groups or alone. But now, suddenly, a pride of zipcars have appeared on my block, in a lot doused in You-Can't-Do-That-On-Television green! I'm way too cheap to actually use Zipcar, but after leaving the window down and then brillo-ing off half the paint job of my parent's Toyota Camry (a car so boring, I routinely forgot where I parked it), I might have to start.
And what's the best part? Yup, that's FCH in the background. I haven't thought of any good promotional tie-ins yet, but greater minds than mine read this blog, and I implore you to share your suggestions.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Oh, he's NOT a littering dog!
I'm far too distractable to be blogging. Not doing anything overly interesting at the moment, mind you. Just distractable. For a full explanation of why I don't blog more, please see Ms. Wish to See's explanation from two years ago.
To further complicate posting, I have been stymied by my attempts to share the joy that was Lollapalooza in Chicago earlier this month. In my attempts to keep my posts as image-heavy and text-free as possible, I took several video clips of my favorite performances (Amy Winehouse, Regina Spektor, Daft Punk) to share here. I even kept them at only 30 seconds each, in hopes that I might fit safely under some exemption of the doctrine of Fair Use. Well, before I even researched that, I went to load the vidoes on youtube and was faced with the disclaimer where I had to promise that my video was not, amoung other things, a live concert. Ah hell.
So anyway, I give up. Instead, here is someone else's uploaded compilation of Daft Punk, which my personal bell of the ball:
Also annoying me lately: Wikipedia. So smug and arrogant. I was going to blog earlier this week about how we have rather useless automatic sinks in our new building, which prevent any temperature control. Sometimes it is scalding, but mostly it is just tepid. But then Wikipedia snidely pointed out that I was simply one of the mislead masses:
So instead, I'll simply report that I am back from Chicago, I had two wonderful visits over the weekend from Rocky (that's MOSI to all of you), and I plan to hit up Pittsburgh this weekend for more. Boston and Philly are on the horizon!
Oh, and happy belated, C-Fab. You puma.
To further complicate posting, I have been stymied by my attempts to share the joy that was Lollapalooza in Chicago earlier this month. In my attempts to keep my posts as image-heavy and text-free as possible, I took several video clips of my favorite performances (Amy Winehouse, Regina Spektor, Daft Punk) to share here. I even kept them at only 30 seconds each, in hopes that I might fit safely under some exemption of the doctrine of Fair Use. Well, before I even researched that, I went to load the vidoes on youtube and was faced with the disclaimer where I had to promise that my video was not, amoung other things, a live concert. Ah hell.
So anyway, I give up. Instead, here is someone else's uploaded compilation of Daft Punk, which my personal bell of the ball:
Also annoying me lately: Wikipedia. So smug and arrogant. I was going to blog earlier this week about how we have rather useless automatic sinks in our new building, which prevent any temperature control. Sometimes it is scalding, but mostly it is just tepid. But then Wikipedia snidely pointed out that I was simply one of the mislead masses:
While hot water may more effectively clean your hands, this is primarily due toI really hate you, Wikipedia.
its increased capability as a solvent, and not due to hot water actually killing
germs. Hot water is more effective at removing dirt, oils and or chemicals, but
contrary to popular belief, it does not kill micro organisms. A temperature that
is comfortable for hand washing (about 45 °C) is not nearly hot enough to kill
any micro organism. It would take more than double that temperature to
effectively kill germs (typically 100 °C).
So instead, I'll simply report that I am back from Chicago, I had two wonderful visits over the weekend from Rocky (that's MOSI to all of you), and I plan to hit up Pittsburgh this weekend for more. Boston and Philly are on the horizon!
Oh, and happy belated, C-Fab. You puma.
