I found this picture on a plastic cup I’d made in first grade. Holy cow.

The cup had, sadly, finally fallen apart to the point where you couldn’t drink out of it. But I figured I should at least salvage the picture.
Sometimes funny, sometimes thoughtful, always a good time
I found this picture on a plastic cup I’d made in first grade. Holy cow.

The cup had, sadly, finally fallen apart to the point where you couldn’t drink out of it. But I figured I should at least salvage the picture.
This cartoon struck me as terrifically romantic, in a geeky kind of way.

Maybe I’ll put it on a Valentine’s card for Laralee someday…
Whoever thought of the idea of a talking web site– err, I mean “virtual salesperson”– must have been smoking something pretty interesting. I stumbled across one today:

Does anyone really believe that having a web site start talking to you is going to “increase online sales”? I would think it would make people click the “X” in the corner as fast as they can move their mouse over there.
And for the record, this woman had a really hard time saying “hey yo wassup brotha”. Her pronunciation was all wrong.
It’s such a hoot interviewing people for a position at Zing. The resumes I get are often beyond comprehension. For example:
Out of curiosity (a morbid curiosity in some cases) I often poke around the web a little bit to see examples of these candidates’ work. Most of the time they’re, well, unimpressive. But today’s made me laugh. The guy’s web site had this at the very top of the page:
“(Company name) provides design and development of software solutions for complex problems. Novel systems are nothing new to (Company name).”
That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure the very definition of “novel” is something that’s never been seen before. How could that be “nothing new”? Novel means new, dude!
Anyway, the search for a good candidate continues.
“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
— Groucho Marx
We’re going to a Christmas party with some friends tonight, and the highlight of the evening is always the white-elephant gift exchange (home of the legenday Gravy Boat). Since we didn’t have anything really earth-shatteringly dumb around the house, I headed down to the local thrift store to pick up some real gems.
I’m sure people will be thrilled to receive the vinyl album The Star Carol, as sung by “Tennessee” Ernie Ford.

But since music is such an important part of the holiday season, I didn’t stop there. I also found A Very Merry Christmas, Volume IV. The scary thing is it implies there were three volumes before this one!

And finally, just because the picture on the cover cracked me up, I present America’s Top Tunes, in Golden Tone Hi-Fidelity.

It’s still in the original plastic! I’m sure that makes it much more valuable to the discerning collector. Notice the yellow GUARANTEE sticker on the right, which says this is “BRAND NEW HI-FI: The most thrilling hi-fi you have ever heard, regardless of price, or your money refunded in full!”
Considering the price was $1.75, I wonder who I ask about getting it refunded.
When hanging Christmas lights in tall trees, some people buy those long wooden sticks and have a heck of a time maneuvering lights around the top of the tree.
Me? I just send Alex up there.

This is what happens when your kids steal your Clie and figure out how to use it.

So today I was at Wal-Mart buying Christmas lights, and I used the self checkout lane (motto: “Fast! Easy! Fun!”). When it came time to sign the little screen for my credit card, I gave a halfhearted scribble.

That wavy line at the bottom, below the bar code, is my amazing signature.
Funny, though: suddenly a voice boomed out “Please wait for a service attendant” and the little red siren at the top of a pole in the checkout lane started whirling around and flashing. I was curious what had happened, since the credit-card screen said “signature accepted” and I assumed everything had been paid for properly. The happy face Wal-Mart screen said something like “ATTENDANT: COMPARE SIGNATURE WITH CREDIT CARD”. Aha.
The 70-year-old tired-looking service attendant woman ambled over, looked at the screen, and typed in a quick code (without comparing my signature, of course). The siren stopped, my receipt spewed forth from the machine, and I was allowed to go home and hang lights.
I suspect the system is programmed to look for lazy signatures like this, to deter credit card fraud. Ha. Next time I’m either going to draw a straight line, or a series of several hundred up-and-down squiggles. I wonder what else the system is programmed to watch.
Oh, and I wasn’t joking about the motto of the self checkout. You can see it at the top of the receipt.
Ultimate everywhere!
I was reading an article on software engineering, and there was a little random photo in the margin. There are a bunch of guys running around, and upon closer inspection they’re clearly playing ultimate. (The disc is a little white line almost directly above the rightmost guy.)

Cool.