Inspired by davezilla…Adventures with smarterchild
You know, on second thought, this post wasn’t funny at all.
At. All.
Therefore, I have banished it into the ether…
Stuff and Stuff Answers Reader Questions:
1. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope
2. Can you roll your tongue into a taco? Yup
OK, so maybe no one actually wrote with questions…but maybe you should
Incidentally, while playing with the comments code to get the timezone right, I ran across this in my search to make sure that “PST” was the official name for my California lifestyle. I was hypnotized by all the little clocks, ticking away the seconds in complete synchronization.
My comments system, Snorland, has moved servers, so I’ve temporarilly lost my newish template… I eagerly await the new functionality that will undoubtedly come.
In other inane news, the counter at the bottom of the page doesn’t seem to be working properly. Did I really get only 5 visits yesterday, as my host’s counter claims I received many more. I’m not obsessing.
I’m not.
update
comments are back to templatey-goodness!
Among other things, I went faux-shopping this weekend (faux because it was a complete and utter failure) where I saw this: 
*speechless*
Yeah, so I bought two.
A one-sided IM conversation I just had, when trying to get someone’s attention who was obviously not around:
The last two times I’ve gone to the market, on the way back home I’ve driven by a little old lady (literally, on all counts) pushing a shopping cart slowly down the street. She’s always hunched over, bundled up tightly in nice clothes, and shuffling along excruciatingly slowly in what is nearly one of the traffic lanes. Understand, though, that the two events are entirely unrelated, as I always spot her several miles away from the nearest grocery store. Perhaps, having just come from there, I’m on high alert for runaway carts…
At any rate, today I noticed that there wasn’t actually anything in the cart; and, being so far away from the aforementioned store (or any other commercial establishments for that matter), I assume she’s just using it as a free walker to assist her in her daily exercise. Do you realize what it means when we live in the kind of society where our senior citizens are forced to use shopping carts for walkers?
It means that chick is totally a thief!
Happy Thanksgiving
In celebration I’ve added some color to the page…or something.
(concept completely stolen from yeah, totally)
PS
What was once Ariel’s Urban Forest has returned triumphantly as electrolicious. Check out the new site…
Oh dear mother of toast on a stick. I’d been purposely avoiding looking at this page in Netscape, as I’m a Microsoft lemming. I did last night, though, and…I really must apologize for the appearance, sorry. I’ll make some Netscape-specific style sheets as motivation comes to me…
I had no idea who she was; but, she seemed to know me.
“Hey,” she said, and that confused me. If she’d said “hello?” the last syllable rising into a question, then we would have been on equal footing; but she didn’t, she greeted me with a definitive “hey” that said “Hi David Kleeman, whom I’ve known long enough to recognize your number immediately. How are you today, and what can I do for you please?” Well, she clearly wasn’t who I thought I’d been calling, but seemed to be someone I knew, so that at least narrowed down the field a bit.
“Um, hey, so…how ya doin’?” I stumbled, mind racing to think of my next sentence. It would have to be something non-committal until I could glance down at my phone and see who I was talking to. That, unfortunately, would take a red light that I clearly wasn’t going to find on the freeway.
“Gooood, how are you?”
Uh-oh.
“Good, good, hehe,” pause pause pause oh dear GAWD interminable pause , “uh, uh…where are you?”
“Still at home.”
ah-HA! still at home! She must be my co-worker/friend who works from home several days of the week! Things were making sense rapidly now, her name is an alphabetical cousin to the person I thought I was calling, she would recognize my voice (and come to think of it, she does suddenly sound familiar), she’s a girl, I’d be in her cell-phone, she’s someone I might call, oh glorious day! Waitaminute…wasn’t I having a conversation? Yikes!
“Oh! Cool, so are you coming in to work today?”
And so it goes…
