Fellow capper Erik Wilson, aka Generik, sent me a list of “Excuses for Not Coming to Work”. By far my favorite is “I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I shouldn’t come to work knowing my employee records may now contain false information.” There are mornings when I would be tempted to try that.
I don’t know how long I planned to keep it from him, or exactly why I thought I needed to try, but this afternoon my boss found out that I own a car. It’s a little hard to hide something like that from someone when he parks right next to you on your way out to lunch. I guess I’m a little hesitant to tell people about the car because I didn’t pay for it myself. My parents bought it for me. It’s registered in my name, paperwork gets mailed to me, but my father is the one who wrote the check, paid in full and no financing. They even paid for my first six months of insurance — and would have paid for six more if Progressive had allowed us to do that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful gift, and I love my parents dearly for their generosity, but I’m still a little embarrassed by it. I never thought I’d be one of those people whose parents bought them cars.
I’ve said it before, but people come to my website looking for the strangest things. I imagine they’re usually disappointed, and it’s usually something in my always-on-the-verge-of-being-updated caption gallery that draws them in. Here, then, are the results of three searches, what you’ll find here if you too are looking for “stop wearing pajamas”, “robotic ducks”, or my personal favorite, “area 51 hooters”:
 EnochF: They’re giving their teenage son a pajama intervention. Hey, I can stop wearing pajamas whenever I want, okay!” |
 DrMarcus: Whatever it is, the robotic ducks are fascinated by it. |
 UnReality: “Check out the hooters on them Martians, Cap’n! Earthman gonna score tonight, oh yeah!” |
Last night, because the last thing I need are more books to fill my already overfilled shelves, I bought three novels at a local bargain bookstore (sort of a low-rent version of New York’s infinitely cool Strand Bookstore) on the way home from work. Reasonably new paperbacks of Caitlin R. Kiernan’s first novel Silk and Poppy Z. Brite’s Exquisitie Corpse, as well as a hardcover of William Gibson’s All Tomorrow’s Parties — all for about thirteen dollars. Which would be wonderful if I had more time to read, or read more quickly than I do, or didn’t already have a stack ten or twelve books deep waiting to be read. Already, I’m not quite keeping to my New Years resolution of a new book every two weeks. How do other people do it?
Sometimes, as I wander to and fro around the internet, I come across things I don’t know what to do with, links that I save because, I tell myself, I will eventually add them to my weblog. Well, now I’m adding them to my weblog, inflicting them, as it were, onto you. Enjoy.
- An Ear For Color — an article from The Washington Post about synesthesia, a neurological disorder I remember hearing or reading about years ago, but about which I could never find detailed information. Mainly because I couldn’t remember what it was called. Do you see letters in color?
- The Geek Hierarchy, courtesy of The Brunching Shuttlecocks.
- A lovely patriotic postcard for Designated President George II
- Money origami
- “Identity Is a Construct” (and Other Sentences) by Douglas Lain
- “Grave Robbers from Outer Space” — a B-movie card game, sent my way by B-movie star and fellow capper Scott Blacksher, aka KINGDINOSAUR.
- The universe, put in its proper perspective
There. Don’t you feel better now?