I was talking to a friend about avoiding added sugars in foods, and commented that he should just avoid any ingredient that ended in "-ose", except perhaps for cellulose... or Bose speakers. Our subsequent conversation used the words rose, chose, hose, lachrymose, grandiose, suppose, lose, loose, goose, and verbose. We missed working in nose, purpose, moose, comatose, expose, disclose, dispose, propose, those, dose, or lots of other possibilities.
Somehow this reminds me of the time in elementary school that a classmate fulfilled the "use each of these 20 spelling words in a sentence" exercise with one convoluted sentence...
A golden iPhone marked "for the coolest one".
(And yes, I already shared it with a few people on IM and posted it to Facebook. Gotta love social fragmentation.)
THIS FRIEND IS A SERVER APPLIANCE PRODUCT. ACCESS IS AUTHORIZED ONLY THROUGH PUBLISHED INTERFACES. UNAUTHORIZED MODIFICATION OR REVERSE ENGINEERING OF THIS PRODUCT IS PROHIBITED AND WILL RESULT IN THE IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OF YOUR WARRANTY AND SUPPORT CONTRACT.
Sashimi instead of gefilte fish.
Yum!
Trying to click on the links in a screen shot of a web browser doesn't work very well.
http://calcasieucharters.com/index.c
Somehow I suspect someone would have sent me this link if I hadn't found it on my own :-)
I will not use the root password for my most secure server as my password for an online game.
My sister D sent me this one... while I don't normally pass these things on, this one amused me...
A cow-orker sent around the old joke about the "broken cup holder" PC tech support call.
In response I sent:
You mean your PC didn't come with a standard cup holder? No problem, it's available as an addon:(Note that there are other sources, that was just the first one I found with a decent picture.)
http://www.gearlive.com/news/article/thermaltake_xray_pc_lighter_and_cup_holder _04060129/
From http://www.jumbojoke.com/why_programmer
Q: Does God control everything that happens in my life?
A: He could, if he used the debugger, but it's too tedious to step through all those variables.
My job is frustrating but at least I'm wearing cute shoes.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/17025280@N
You are in a maze of twisty little paragraphs, all alike. The path ahead of you is littered with sentence fragments, left broken and twitching at your feet as their pathetic spaniel eyes implore you to put them out of their misery. Dangling modifiers loop happily through the branches overhead. In the distance, that sound of undergraduate feet has turned into a heavy, erratic thwump - swoop - THWUMP you recognize immediately - it's a badly-indented long quotation, and it's coming closer.
-- from http://eye-of-a-cat.livejournal.com/176
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Superstition is bad luck.
-- someone who shall remain anonymous for the moment (later revealed to be
mhnicholson)
"[...] Mormons focus on ancestry to posthumously convert their forebears. Is this really the case? Somehow, I can't shake the image of deceased Norse warriors carousing in Valhalla being whisked off to someone else's paradise, only to discover that they can't even get a cup of coffee, let alone mead by the flagon...
-- Larry Brennan, comment #23 on the post
(Stumbled across while looking for the lyrics to Son of a Scoundrel for some Australians I work with.)
[Later posters to the thread clarified this: "the posthumously baptized soul is being given the opportunity to convert, not forcibly converted. IMO, what you should be visualizing is a couple of nice wet-behind-the-ears Mormon boys in their missionary outfits, knocking on the front door of Valhalla, with their scriptures in hand." I still am amused by the first version, though.]
I think my best Hallowe'en story was the time I showed up for work at the U. Md. computer library and my normally humorless co-worker Bev said "Oh Aliza, Death came calling for you earlier."
Thanks for that memory,
anneb
Several cow-orkers and I were discussing the power of human stupidity, and how one idiot (user|process) can screw up your whole mail infrastructure.
Me: Well, that's been true ever since our ancestors came down out of the trees, and probably even before, one idiot can ruin things for everyone.
Cow-Orker: Ooh, look, Fire! Let's mess up your hard drive!
(Well, it made me laugh. Maybe you just had to be there.)
I guess that's the leftovers from a dish of Japanese noodles.
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