Flaming Bag O' Poo
All morning long, I've been humming Johnny's classic "Ring of Fire," mostly because I inadvertently fell into one at work. Except, I call mine "Flaming Bag O' Poo."
All I was doing was paying attention, see, but it got me in trouble. I'm working with another group on this new product release and just for grins I decided to see if the product name was available. It was not, though I did my best to buy the ones that were available and alert Legal and Marketing to the content of the one that was not. A week earlier, and it could have been ours, however someone was asleep at the switch.
A simple DNS lookup caused a hoo-ha from the senior vice president on down that resulted in fear, embarrassment, finger-pointing, fault-finding, and another vice president approaching me to say "I don't know if I should kiss you or spit on you."
I love, love, love my job!
Snack Time
He just stood there in his ill-fitting pants and cheap white shirt, contemplating the object now pinched between the dirty nails of his forefinger and thumb.
Its shape seemed pleasing to him. The texture, an apparent delight as he began to roll it between his fingers. Hmmm, so delighted that he sniffed it, then raised it to his lips. In one swift move, he popped the piece of skin retrieved from this large, open zit on his right cheek into his mouth, chewing it to bits with his front teeth. I clutched at my sweater and turned away -- a disgusted look on my face.
You know, more and more, people are just grossing me out. I must make a mental note to stop looking at them.
Jason Has Questions
Once upon a time, there was a sweet blond boy named Jason. He was young in the ways of the Web.
What is a domain name? What is a blog? How do I get get one?
So, I took him by the hand and showed him my world - the world of Web. Live it, Jason. Let it permeate your soul!
The Funk Factor, Public Transit Style
For two days in a row, there has been a foul odor on the evening bus.
Nope. Don't look at me. I did not let loose the odiferious escapee now permeating the air we breathe. Maybe it was that guy who just walked by. Or the man whose rounded belly is rumbling and shaking as he snoozes. It could just be THE BUS!
Maybe this is one of those fuel-efficiency experiments where the bus is powered by methane and sulfur produced by manure and rotten eggs. It may not smell pretty, but at least it's biodegradable and reduces our dependence on fossil fuels, eh?
Whatever the reason, on the second night, it was just too much for the well-coifed woman who sat across from me. I'd plugged into my 'Pod and posted my index finger like a lever at my nostrils to control the amount of stench allowed to enter.
I looked over at the woman. She gave me a knowing glance and had proceeded to do the same maneuver with her finger. Two blocks with the stink was enough for her, though. She popped up from her seat and bounded down the stairs out the back door.
I had one weapon she did not have. I'd put on my chocolate mint lip gloss, making the ride much sweeter -- and definitely more bearable!
Super Freak No More
I just saw the news on a crawl during the VH1 rendition of Michael Jackson's story. The king of punk funk, Rick James, was dead -- most likely from a heart attack they said.
After a life of coke, women and song, the 56 year old's "existing medical conditions" finally took their toll, according to his personal physician (and CNN). We'll always have his album "Street Songs," a funk masterpiece that featured such hits as "Super Freak," "Give it To Me Baby," and "Fire and Desire."
Find out more at
Rick James - The Official Internet Home of The King of Funk
JibJab Update
Correction 8/5: It is the publishing company that owns the rights to "This Land." Arlo took no umbrage and I blog corrected.
There's more at Wired News on the thing that wouldn't die:
JibJabbing For Artists' Rights
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Apparently, Woodie Guthrie's son, Arlo took umbrage at the use of his father's folksy hands-across-America classic by the JibJab.com boys. He's threatening to sue for defamation.
Is it political satire or copyright infringement? See the discussion over at
ReasonOnline.
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