Category? I don’t know, you tell me.
Category? I don’t know, you tell me.
Well, here it is: 2007 A.D. (or C.E., for you godless heathens). Along with it comes the first Gnorb.NET post of the year. At first I thought about making this a long eulogy to 2006 and its lessons. Instead, this is a short little post welcoming the new year. It’s also the worst post of the year. No matter what I write over the next 364 days, nothing will be quite as bad as this droll little piece.
Happy 2007 from PV (Screaming Hamster of Love), The Wife and myself.
Just bought a car (not one of these), but still, these pics are going up on my fridge.
From Mr. Cheap Stuff: “Enjoy a free cup of Starbuck coffee on March 15th from 10 AM to 12 AM, no Starbucks coupon necessary. Starbucks in having it’s first ever “Starbucks Coffee Break” at all 7,500 participating stores. This is a great excuse to get out of the office for a break. Go tell your office workers and enjoy a nice cup of coffee next week Wednesday. Starbucks Free Coffee”
Think about the following topics and put in your thoughts, or start threads of your own:
For those of you interested in cryonic suspension and life-extending technologies, here’s an interesting read from the Sydney Morning Herrald: “US doctors have developed a method of inducing hypothermia to shut down the body’s functions for up to three hours. In tests, they reduced the body temperature of injured pigs from 37C to 10C before operating on them and then reviving them.”
I wonder how this will affect our understanding of near-death experiences?
(For more information on cryonics, see The Alcor Life Extension Foundation’s website.)
This is not a joke. There’s a guy at my company who routinely has the absolute weirdest meals! Here’s a real (as in “today’s menu”) sample:
Breakfast: Lime yogurt.
Snack: Bowl of Olives. Half an hour later we he finds that the olives didn’t work out too well, but that’s resolved easily enough: just cram down 3 or 4 chocolate candy bars.
Lunch: Pastrami Sandwich and Bowl of Ice Cream.
I’ll not risk taking a peek at the dinner table.
It’s just after midnight on Friday/Saturday. The Wife’s on the livingroom floor, doing a bunch of cutouts for her first day of school, and here I am, sucking down on a two-liter of Publix Diet Lemon Lime, craving pizza yet denying myself out of concern for my health. Sometimes, you just wanna veg, ya know?
After about of month of neglecting it, I finally checked one of the numerous email accounts not housed on this server. I was prety surprised to find that I didn’t have that much mail, though what was there was pretty interesting. (It’s amazing the kind of things you find in old, unkept email accounts.)
Just heard this story from the office assistant (I’ll call her Skater) and thought I’d pass it on:
A few years back, Skater’s mom (who according to Skater is “hot”) was driving around in her old, engine-in-the-back VW Beetle, when a guy pulled up to her at a red light and yelled what sounded like “Hey, Baby!” Skater’s mom had her window down, but was rocking out pretty hard, so she pretended not to hear the guy and drove off when the light was green.
At the next light, Skaters mom once again had to stop, and once again, the same guy pulled up next to her and yelled, “Hey, Baby!” Annoyed, she rolled up the window and ignored the fellow.
Eventually, (the details of which are unknown to me) Skater’s mom found out what the guy wanted to tell her; It turns out that the guy wasn’t yelling “Hey, Baby!”, he was yelling “Hey, Baby — your car’s on fire!” Apparently, the straw used to pad the seats in old VW Beetles had burst into flames and her car was spewing flames from the backside.