Monday, May 24, 2004

The Essential Mystery of Hey Look A Shiny Piece of Foil

What kind of day it has been: when I came in to turn on my computer, I was so out of it that I not only got “control-alt-delete” WRONG, but the computer put up a helpful screen to teach me how to do it right. I’m morbidly overeducated; I’m my department’s “go-to” guy on computer problems, and I can’t hit three keys at the same time using both hands and one extra appendage.  That’s just sad.

What I see when I’m confused and thinking too quickly with too little of my brain:

* The shy-looking girl on the bus seemed too demure to be wearing a shirt emblazoned with big letters that read “HUSTLER.” Plus, it was a thick dark sweatshirt, not really very revealing. Plus, turns out it said “WHISTLER;” I just couldn’t see the whole thing.  And in the end, was I disappointed?  Well maybe a little bit…

* The guy on BART wearing the sweatshirt that said “Naughty Jesus Commands You” was actually really wearing a sweatshirt that read “Nautica Jeans Company.” But I like it better my way.

* The truck on the intersecting highway that was owned by the SNO Transport Company needs to put a bigger space between the initial acronym and the word “transport.” The phrase “SNOTRANS” doesn’t fill me with confidence in their services.  You don’t even want to know what it fills me with, but it ain’t confidence.

On a final note, I’d like to mention that, if you want to live in a city with a really silly name, I don’t think you can do much better than Flin Flon.  And now it’s time for me to go home and see how my cold medicine works when I’m lying down.  I can tell you now that it makes me pretty easily distracted when I’m sitting up.