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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Make it a betta place...
I record voiceovers for the software programs we produce at work. We have a make-shift recording "studio" (read: supply closet) that rests adjacent to the office next door's conference room. Sometimes they can get loud in there when they are having a large conference call, but usually, my mic does not pick up the sound and I just ignore it an continue. Today was different.
They were having a particularly raucus conference call. It sounded like there were maybe 20 people in the room, and 2-3 on speakerphone. Laughing, clapping, and generally being as loud as possible. All of the sudden, the strangest scene unfolded before my ears. It sounded like the people on the phone had started to sing a song. I couldn't make out the song, but it sounded very familiar to me. Before I knew it, the whole room had joined in. It sounded like a bad church choir. Then it hit me, "are they singing 'Heal the World'?" Yes. Yes, they were.
I thought they would like settle down, and that they were just singing part of it to be funny. Nope. I counted, 1st verse, chorus, 2nd verse...by the time they got to the bridge I thought, my God, they're going to sing the whole thing!
The best was that sometime after the bridge, someone in the room tried to end it by pre-maturely applauding. This action only caused the singers on the phone to get louder! They even did the key change and fancy ending!!! When the song adjourned, applause ensued, and the call ended.
W
T
F
?
Like, for real. WTF was that? I'm totally speechless.
They were having a particularly raucus conference call. It sounded like there were maybe 20 people in the room, and 2-3 on speakerphone. Laughing, clapping, and generally being as loud as possible. All of the sudden, the strangest scene unfolded before my ears. It sounded like the people on the phone had started to sing a song. I couldn't make out the song, but it sounded very familiar to me. Before I knew it, the whole room had joined in. It sounded like a bad church choir. Then it hit me, "are they singing 'Heal the World'?" Yes. Yes, they were.
I thought they would like settle down, and that they were just singing part of it to be funny. Nope. I counted, 1st verse, chorus, 2nd verse...by the time they got to the bridge I thought, my God, they're going to sing the whole thing!
The best was that sometime after the bridge, someone in the room tried to end it by pre-maturely applauding. This action only caused the singers on the phone to get louder! They even did the key change and fancy ending!!! When the song adjourned, applause ensued, and the call ended.
W
T
F
?
Like, for real. WTF was that? I'm totally speechless.
Friday, April 3, 2009
"I just had a wasabi accident"
Today is a rainy, thundery Friday, so we decided to put in an order for sushi delivery here at work. This was the best sushi I've had in a while, like from God's personal sushi stash. The rice was fluffy, the avacodo was fresh, and the wasabi was POTENT. Here is an exchange between me and TheCoworker:
Me: ok I just had a wasabi accident
Me: my eyelids are sweating
Me: I ate like the whole wasabi ball Me: haha
TheCoworker: ahahaha
TheCoworker: sorry
TheCoworker: that first sentence made me laugh!
Me: ahaha
TheCoworker: are you ok?
Me: yeah
Me: it was a fleeting problem, luckily
TheCoworker: i'm having a mini-accident myself with every piece
Me: a big chunk stuck to my ginger
Me: uh oh just had another accident
Me: this one is bad
Me: I think I have a nose bleed!
Me: ok and we're back
TheCoworker: ahaha
TheCoworker: i imagine you passing out momentarily and then coming back
TheCoworker: ahahaha
Me: yeah that’s kinda what happened
Me: the whole world was wasabi green for a brief period in time
Me: btw I'll give you a dollar if you can figure out a creative way to sneak "a big chunk stuck to my ginger" into a meeting here
BTW...I think my fortune cookie just insulted me. My fortune was "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you may diet." I MAY diet, or I SHOULD diet? Be real with me, cookie!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This is why I'm fat, this is why I'm fat, this is why, this is why, this is why I'm fat...
This website
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
...is the single greatest site on the internet ever. Basically, the site lists the most disgustingly fatty foods that anyone could possibly come up with. For example, bacon donuts: glazed donuts topped with crumbly bits of greasy bacon love. O. M . G. Also, french fry wrapped hot dog on a stick, which is exactly what it sounds like. Someone took a corn dog, but replaced the fried cornbread with french fries, just to ensure a nice myocardial infarction. This site is making fun of all the weird disgusting fatty foods that people have created; however, I want to eat all of it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a fairly slender girl, but I haven't always been. I'm a big ole bacon-loving fatty at heart. I have Weight Watchers, and a family history of heart failure that scared me into submission to thank for being slender. I've got a lot of will power, but a part of me always lusts for the extra fatty, sweet, and greasy.
Some examples of my inner lard-lover:
-The first time I heard the word "pilates," I thought it was a dessert. I totally wanted some chocolate-covered, cream-filled pilates.
-I can't think of the word "Swedish" and not automatically follow it up with "fish." I just can't.
-I can eat a fat sandwich from Rutgers, whole, in the time it takes for a normal person to finish half of their's and wince in pain, unable to continue.
-I've never saved any of my candy for the movie. Ever. Sometimes it doesn't even make it through the first preview.
-Each time of year can be placed into a "candy season" category for me. Like, right now is conversation heart season, which is second only to jellybean season (but just edging out candy cane season, which is tied with candy corn season).
And so on.
So, you get the idea. "This is why you're fat" is a blogroll that speaks to me. Mmmmm, blogroll.
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
...is the single greatest site on the internet ever. Basically, the site lists the most disgustingly fatty foods that anyone could possibly come up with. For example, bacon donuts: glazed donuts topped with crumbly bits of greasy bacon love. O. M . G. Also, french fry wrapped hot dog on a stick, which is exactly what it sounds like. Someone took a corn dog, but replaced the fried cornbread with french fries, just to ensure a nice myocardial infarction. This site is making fun of all the weird disgusting fatty foods that people have created; however, I want to eat all of it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a fairly slender girl, but I haven't always been. I'm a big ole bacon-loving fatty at heart. I have Weight Watchers, and a family history of heart failure that scared me into submission to thank for being slender. I've got a lot of will power, but a part of me always lusts for the extra fatty, sweet, and greasy.
Some examples of my inner lard-lover:
-The first time I heard the word "pilates," I thought it was a dessert. I totally wanted some chocolate-covered, cream-filled pilates.
-I can't think of the word "Swedish" and not automatically follow it up with "fish." I just can't.
-I can eat a fat sandwich from Rutgers, whole, in the time it takes for a normal person to finish half of their's and wince in pain, unable to continue.
-I've never saved any of my candy for the movie. Ever. Sometimes it doesn't even make it through the first preview.
-Each time of year can be placed into a "candy season" category for me. Like, right now is conversation heart season, which is second only to jellybean season (but just edging out candy cane season, which is tied with candy corn season).
And so on.
So, you get the idea. "This is why you're fat" is a blogroll that speaks to me. Mmmmm, blogroll.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Aaaaand I'm shady
I recently moved, and so I have some lingering items in my trunk. I just want to point out what they are:
-Dog crate
-Crutches
-Clown shoes
-Amy Winehouse wig
-Shovel
-Rope
-Poker set
...
Does anyone else think I look suspiciously like some sort of shady clown killer? For real, I think if I got pulled over by the police and they needed to search my car, I'd have a lot of 'splainin' to do.
UPDATE: So, my friend, Tek pointed something innerestin' out to me: why would the police "need" to search my car? Guess I'm even shadier than I thought.
-Dog crate
-Crutches
-Clown shoes
-Amy Winehouse wig
-Shovel
-Rope
-Poker set
...
Does anyone else think I look suspiciously like some sort of shady clown killer? For real, I think if I got pulled over by the police and they needed to search my car, I'd have a lot of 'splainin' to do.
UPDATE: So, my friend, Tek pointed something innerestin' out to me: why would the police "need" to search my car? Guess I'm even shadier than I thought.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Is the plural for fetish supposed to be ‘feti?’ Wait that sounds like the plural for feta cheese. Speaking of cheese…
A few of my friends are currently enveloped in the unpredictable world of online dating. Between them, they’ve probably seen it all: older married men, foot fetish guys, guys that like to dress up in costumes and go to ComiCons, players, stalkers, guys who like to be dominated, you name it. However, today, my friend, Diablo encountered a dude with a story that none of us had EVER heard of. This is the story of SwissCheeseGuy.
Diablo received an IM through the dating website from SwissCheeseGuy. “So, would you like to participate in my swiss cheese fetish?” Her first thought about reading that this gentleman had a “swiss cheese fetish” led her to believe what any sane person would: this guy clearly likes to…er, penetrate the swiss holes. She was immediately disgusted, but intrigued because, um, hi…swiss cheese fetish? Really? Upon looking at his profile, she discovered his true story (I’m only including excerpts):
I love the way Swiss cheese feels against my penis. Either as slices of
((Swiss cheese)) being wrapped around my penis or a chunk of Swiss cheese being
rubbed against my penis. I love even more when a woman uses the Swiss cheese to
pleasure me. Or simply wraps Swiss cheese slices around my penis and allows me
to hang out with her as I wear the cheese.I prefer Swiss cheese over normal ((sex)) as a way of gratification because
of a childhood condition. I ADHD as a child, that lead to lower self confidence
and mental treatment, out of which I had a hard time forming
relationships.The reason why is that I am a diabetic, and as a diabetic I have developed
erectile dysfunction. Even tho I can take medication for it, I simply can't get
sustained erections to have normal sex, just hard enough to have my fetish.Now I
am just addicted to it, like a smoker is addicted to cigarettes. It's like a
drug, that I simple can't get enough of.Everyone has fetishes.
OK…Wow, just wow. I have to agree with Diablo when she said that his profile left her with a lot of emotions. She stated:
Like at first, I was mad that I wasn't right about him liking to stick his dick
in the cheese holes, then I was disgusted...then I was, admittedly, intrigued
with my mental image of a fat dude sitting there with roller up swiss on his
chubby limp peen. Then, I almost got a little sad at the diabetes part, then I
was back to disgusted. Overall, you laughed, you cried, you puked.
I just want to point out that he blames his ADHD for his need to rub swiss cheese on his peen. Right, because having attention span problems naturally progresses into being sexually attracted to dairy in adulthood. If that were the case, given the amount of children diagnosed with attention problems in this country, we’d probably see a steady rise in dairy pricing. You know, supply and demand. And, I know I speak for most when I say that it’ll be a cold day in hell before I pay more than I already have to for cheese. Cheese that I EAT. Seriously, do I blame my obsession for eating as many different kinds of gummy candy as possible on being a child of divorce? No (kind of).
Anyway, I feel kinda bad for SwissCheeseGuy. He’s definitely in the minority. I wanna say that we should all make up fake fetishes and post profiles so he doesn’t feel bad, but honestly, I couldn’t come up with something that good if I tried.
p.s. So um, swiss cheese is pretty much ruined for me forever. From now on, I’m getting cheddar on my ruben sandwiches because, damn.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Realizations, with a touch of dyslexia
When I was younger, there were thoughts I had to myself that I assumed applied to everyone. I found out the truths about these thoughts far too late in life…
For one, I thought it was widely known that Puff the Magic Dragon frolicked in the “Ottomiss.” Yes, I thought this was the name of the town where he lived in the land of Honnahlee. Like Ottomiss, Honnahlee, UK or some shit. This is the reason why I was 110% shocked at the age of 16 when I found out it was really the “Autumn Mist.” Say whaaa?
Secondly, growing up, I thought Princeton was a good representation of New Jersey…until I went to school in Northern New Jersey. Then, I discovered that not only is Princeton NOT a good representation of New Jersey, but that it is not a good representation of anything but itself. It is unique in all of its own good and bad ways. For 18 years, I truly lived in a bubble. “Schools have marching bands??” “Not everyone has to take 5 AP courses even if they don't feel totally qualified?” Yeah, these are realizations I came to.
And lastly, I used to think everyone was a little bit dyslexic. I remember saying to my sister once “You know when you look at a word and you see ‘Pastey’ but then you realize it actually says ‘Patsy?’ Isn’t that weird?” She laughed and rolled her eyes. I figured this was just because she was my sister and she’s allowed to tease me about stuff. So, I went on believing this falsity that everyone is a little dyslexic. Sadly, I only recently came to the realization that this is not true. I came across an online quiz that said something like “if you answer yes to 5 or more of these questions, you may be dyslexic.” I figured, what the hey, and took it….and I answered yes to 9 of them. Uh-oh. I figured I’d do a little searching to see if I couldn’t find more answers. I found another similar questionnaire, where it seemed I was clicking the bubbles next to the Yes’s on every question.
“Do you have trouble concentrating?” YES.
“Do you often daydream?” YES.
“Did you have trouble with word problems in school, but excelled at art and music?” YES.
“Do you make mistakes when writing cheques?” OMG YES (you don't understand how many cheques I've had to void through the years).
“Does your handwriting vary or is illegible?” SERIOUSLY, YES, GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
“Do you hold a pen or pencil unusually, or are ambidextrous?” YES, YES, YES!
“Do you often get confused with dates or are late to appointments?” SHUT UP, YES!
And so on.
So guys, I think I have a problem. How does one get evaluated for dyslexia? And more importantly, how did this slip by all my teachers and loved ones, who passed all these quirks off as “That’s just Caroline being Caroline?” And this friends, is how, at the age of 25, I found out that not everyone is a little bit dyslexic...BUT, I might be. Yikes.
For one, I thought it was widely known that Puff the Magic Dragon frolicked in the “Ottomiss.” Yes, I thought this was the name of the town where he lived in the land of Honnahlee. Like Ottomiss, Honnahlee, UK or some shit. This is the reason why I was 110% shocked at the age of 16 when I found out it was really the “Autumn Mist.” Say whaaa?
Secondly, growing up, I thought Princeton was a good representation of New Jersey…until I went to school in Northern New Jersey. Then, I discovered that not only is Princeton NOT a good representation of New Jersey, but that it is not a good representation of anything but itself. It is unique in all of its own good and bad ways. For 18 years, I truly lived in a bubble. “Schools have marching bands??” “Not everyone has to take 5 AP courses even if they don't feel totally qualified?” Yeah, these are realizations I came to.
And lastly, I used to think everyone was a little bit dyslexic. I remember saying to my sister once “You know when you look at a word and you see ‘Pastey’ but then you realize it actually says ‘Patsy?’ Isn’t that weird?” She laughed and rolled her eyes. I figured this was just because she was my sister and she’s allowed to tease me about stuff. So, I went on believing this falsity that everyone is a little dyslexic. Sadly, I only recently came to the realization that this is not true. I came across an online quiz that said something like “if you answer yes to 5 or more of these questions, you may be dyslexic.” I figured, what the hey, and took it….and I answered yes to 9 of them. Uh-oh. I figured I’d do a little searching to see if I couldn’t find more answers. I found another similar questionnaire, where it seemed I was clicking the bubbles next to the Yes’s on every question.
“Do you have trouble concentrating?” YES.
“Do you often daydream?” YES.
“Did you have trouble with word problems in school, but excelled at art and music?” YES.
“Do you make mistakes when writing cheques?” OMG YES (you don't understand how many cheques I've had to void through the years).
“Does your handwriting vary or is illegible?” SERIOUSLY, YES, GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
“Do you hold a pen or pencil unusually, or are ambidextrous?” YES, YES, YES!
“Do you often get confused with dates or are late to appointments?” SHUT UP, YES!
And so on.
So guys, I think I have a problem. How does one get evaluated for dyslexia? And more importantly, how did this slip by all my teachers and loved ones, who passed all these quirks off as “That’s just Caroline being Caroline?” And this friends, is how, at the age of 25, I found out that not everyone is a little bit dyslexic...BUT, I might be. Yikes.
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