Author: cosmo

This describes my work life so well it made me bust up.

My music player, AmaroK, has a fun feature called “50 Random Tracks” which will pick 50 songs from your entire collection at random and play them. It’s always a bit of an adventure doing it. I’m working now and listening to a crazy mix that includes things like Elvis Presley (“All Shook Up”) followed by Joe Satriani (“Summer Song”), a bit of Enya (“Book of Days”), and of course a little Weird Al (“Polkamon!”) to round out the set.

Whee!

“It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one’s hat keeps blowing off.”

— Woody Allen

Yesterday we were in church, sitting behind our friends Rich and Christina and their kids. At one point during the service, their youngest son Elliott (age five) started unbuttoning his shirt. Christina leaned over to him and whispered frantically, “It’s not Muscle Time!”

Curious, I asked her later what Muscle Time was. She said Elliott really enjoys stripping down to his underwear and running around the house flexing his muscles and showing everyone how strong he is. In fact, she said, he often does this for an hour or two at a time. Of course that’s not a big deal at home, but I imagine she’d be mortified if it happened at church.

On the other hand, sometimes church could really use a little incident like that…

“There once was a city planner who chose land at random.  It was his lot to allot a lot of lots by lots.”

— Shane Hathaway

The weather this winter has been both a blessing and a curse for skiing. Three times now I’ve had to cancel ski trips because it was bitter cold. I was all set to head up to Copper Mountain tomorrow, but NOAA says this about conditions:

Fresh powder is always a bonus, but a wind chill of 35 below zero? Brrr.

This has to be one of the most awesome spam messages I’ve received in a long time.

That’s right, ladies– you can win a dinner date with Steve-O! And just looking at ol’ Steve-O, we can all see what a strapping young hunk he is. Hopefully he puts on a shirt and hikes up his underwear a bit more prior to the date, but hey… maybe girls like that kind of thing.

Craig and I were discussing how yet another one of our clients has a critical end-of-the-world problem whose deadline is completely unreasonable, and boy, if we don’t get right on it, it’s likely civilization itself will come to a crashing halt and perhaps endanger the very fabric of space.

His response cracked me the heck up:

I found this in Alex’s school folder today.

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