20 October 2007

There are...

...two sides to every coin.

Sylvia Browne & The Ty-D-Bol Man

My mom's always been interested in the supernatural. Belives in ghosts, psychic powers, Mystery Spots, and owns a lot of cats. Need I say more?

The last day of my sophmore year in high-school, she made me ride my bike after school to the Stanford Mall, where psychic Sylvia Browne was performing a televised show for one of those afternoon programs moms watch. We were to be in the audience. My mom was stoked. I tried really hard to become invisible when she stood to ask a question and the cameras pivoted toward us.

Anyway, I stumbled upon this clip today which shows basically the same thing. It's Montel. There are a bunch of moms in the audience. And Sylvia couldn't give a rat's ass about any of them. Her comments to the last woman that appears in the clip - the one asking about her husband that passed away ten years ago - are mint! He comes around and flushes? Is that really what a widower wants to hear? That her deceased husband is still around, but only to flush water?

Was she married to the Ty-D-Bol Man?

God. Even thinking about the Ty-D-Bol Man makes me laugh. I wish commercials these days were as good as this:

19 October 2007

Random Stuff

Tonight I watched a bit of the varsity high-school football homecoming game.

It was nice to see Emma. Genuinely nice, in every sense of the word.

It was freezing however, and after the Homecoming Court was presented to us all, my 9-year-old daughter and I fled.

On the way home, she said I look like Tobey Maguire.

Scoreboard:

Daughter that says I have a "chicken chin": 0
Daughter that says I look like the actor who played Spiderman: 1

17 October 2007

Baby Ruth!

I'd just like to note that an old, smallish chocolate egg from three years ago really did look suspiciously like a little nugget of poop while I was crawling under a desk to hook up a new computer. My response was justified. That's all I'm gonna say.

Over there, over there...

New bitching to be found at The Other Blog.

16 October 2007

Email 99

I'm sorry to have to provide the populace with more remedial instruction, but I find that I must.

And really, despite what you think, I'm not a cranky old man.

Today I received the following email:


To: Brendan
From: sillyuser@someplace.com
Subject: I've noticed that things seem to be
running really slowly in the office and I'm wondering whether any of the upgrades or changes you've made to the network have anything to do with this? Is it just me?

There was no text in the body of the message. The entire message was the subject line.

So, here we go:

1. The "Subject:" field is for the subject of the message you're sending.
In my example, the subject line could easily have been "network is slow". Had I read that, my interest in the body of the message would have been piqued.

2. The rest of your thoughts should be placed in the "Body" of the message.


Tune in later (probably tomorrow) for my missives about donuts and bathrooms. Not donuts and bathrooms, like "Cripes, is that a donut floating in there?", but two different topics.

Thank you. Class dismissed.