Last week a coworkist called in pantless. We all made fun of him (it was assumed he was being lazy and didn't do laundry.) It was quite the chuckle, and it fit his character.
Anyway, today started out great. Did I mention it's laundry day? - anyway, I was washing all my pants, except one of the select pairs that are worn only to the laundromat. You know where this is going.
After interpreting a crippling lebanese accent and vocabulary dysfunction for a few minutes, I had the idea that the laundromat owner was soon to be off to a wedding. From what he told me I had enough time to wash my stuff.
Well, I had to call in pantless myself. I don't blame the guy, but it was hilariously inconvenient.
Downstairs, there are styrofoam peanuts everywhere. This is not my fault.
So, today being the modern era that it is, with hypercomputers and petaflops and multiple internets for every btard on 4chan, I telecommutted today.
You'd think this would involve a lot of slacking off, but I found myself more productive. There's something about the office that drains my will. In the comfort of my own home - in the comfort of my torn pants - I was having a far better time at it. I think it was largely due to a lack of the usual home distractions (roommates, their friends.) I even caught myself joking around with the clients and enjoying it. It's official, the people I work with ruin my job experience.
I've learned a few things today. Some were learned over time and compunded further today. For example, ninja's can't operate normal stairs properly. What's worse, if they try to operate them ninja-style, they'll probably fall down anyway.
Um, what else. There are a lot of Dr. Who theme remixes. Apparently you can find a torrent of these, though I haven't looked. This news caused the following train of thought: I considered (in the past) doing a remix of it myself, but I realized there were enough already. Better to pick something else. Best to pick something old and cover it with interpretation. A good example is Zwan's cover of The Number of the Beast.
Buzzmachines.com is back up. You guys don't care. I can stop holding my breath.
Oh yeah. Do not put vinegar in your ear if you have a perforated eardrum. You'd think this wouldn't be something you'd need to learn, but I learned it anyway. Apparently this was done to my sister some time ago, and it put her in severe pain. They rushed her to the hospital when she started screaming. Dorks. Supposedly this is safe practice for those without perforations... I'm not one of those lucky people (at least for the stuck ear, the other is fine in theory), nor brave/foolish enough to try it if I were.
Apparently olive oil is fine. I tried it. Made me uncomfy, but no love. I don't have a hairdryer.
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