Posts Tagged ‘Snark’

And If You’ve Only Just Now Gotten That Song Out Of Your Head, You’re Welcome

November 12, 2018

This is the work that never ends; yes, it goes on and on my friends . . .

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Because To Me They Are CLEARLY “Less Invisible” Than They Were A Moment Before, Now Aren’t They?

November 6, 2018

An ever increasing number of years ago I failed a question on an English test by asserting that “less invisible” was proper grammar.  I was told since something was either invisible or it wasn’t, there was simply no way for it to be less so, end of discussion.

So I didn’t discuss it . . . with the instructor.  I know a losing battle when I see one.

But to this day whenever I see someone or something invisible in movies or on TV have their position revealed by their footprints, or by steam, or by something being splattered on them, or however it happens . . . I always chuckle.

Excuse Me, Mister Algorithms?

October 31, 2018

Since I voted early, may I be excused from any more political ads until the election is over?

Please?

Not Even If It Gave Me Its Business Card

October 19, 2018

And while some tweaks remain at this time before the construction here is completely done, I realized this morning that I’ll be returning to a normal schedule soon.

Then I realized I wouldn’t recognize what a normal schedule looked like if it walked up to me, shook my hand, and introduced itself with “Hi, I’m a normal schedule.”

Maybe Even Less

October 18, 2018

Today I read that somebody calculated that you could heat up a cup of coffee if you shouted at it constantly for around a year and a half.

I’m pretty sure we all know people that easily do that in half the time.

Or Sing

October 17, 2018

I want to make it clear up front that I am not making fun of the concept of guided meditation in general; I am however blatantly making fun of this particular guided meditation that was shared with me the other day:

“They told us to close our eyes and imagine hearing the siren call of the ocean leading us into the depths.”

“Um . . .” I interjected.  “Did they not know what a siren was and how its call was a bad thing?”

“Well . . .” came the answer.  “They were quick to assure that we’d be able to breath underwater.”

“That’s exactly what a siren would say!” I retorted.

Though Now That I Think About It . . .

October 16, 2018

One thing parenthood has granted me is an increased insight into “self-created” problems.

And no, I don’t mean it that way.

Well . . . It’s Friday

October 12, 2018

And while the construction isn’t quite done yet as had been hoped, you can see the end in sight from here.  Funny thing is, somebody I know marveled at how I “handled” all the insanity this week.

I didn’t have the heart to tell them that handling insanity is easy when you’re handling it as badly as I have this week.

Sanity Forecast

October 9, 2018

Expect a sharp dip in sanity as the construction/remodeling around here enters what is hoped to be its final push, but after that you can look forward to an upward rising trend as the projected Friday completion date approaches.

Today’s Life Lesson From Fiction

October 4, 2018

If you ever get into one of those suspended animation pods, whatever you do, do not get into the one closest to the door because that’s the one that always malfunctions and has a skeleton in it when the explorers arrive.