Monday, February 19, 2007

crooning raccoons

Jon and I played a version of the Google Snake Game last night. Here are the strings we found that return absolutely no results....until my blog gets linked to something and this page is returned. But: WHY did it take that many weird words to get no results?? And why are there so many websites with just thousands of dictionary words?

Mostly we just thought the search strings were frickin hilarious. Enjoy.


area51 secret tortoise alien yogurt book swingset california beer anchovies mug paint basement bodies saxaphone fuck savings holdings utterance admonishment

freeman fern fez fermentation foley fantastic fabulous fricassee fenestration froude freud feet fart fiji frink falmouth penis

croon raccoon racketeer monsoon sooners husk preparatory hemorrhoid allometric viscoelastic frontier pretense privations libations masturbation dessication

abracadabra boundless cacophony deciduous effervescent futile gargantuan hermetically indigo jerusalem kringle lozenge megan nanotechnology octopus pluralistic quagmire redundancy stalin totalitarianism uppity vulva wombat xylum

Your search - puma olfactory seakeeping reductant recalcitrant rectilinear deliverance twinkie - did not match any documents.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Thoughts

1) Watching movies with sex scenes while sitting next to elderly male strangers on a bus is awkward.

2) Despite making it from NYC to Bethesda in 3.5 hours while the bus driver yakked away on her cell phone (not hands-free, either), I didn't fear for my life at all. Although, she did talk louder than the movie we were watching.

3) Skunk Nut and I realized that the Important Daily Conference Call at three o'clock is a GREAT time to goof off, since Boss, Boss Jr., and their bosses all have to participate. Therefore, we're guaranteed to be unsupervised for at least half an hour. Today he threw food at me and I tried to catch it in my mouth (goldfish work much better than pretzel sticks). Yesterday we threw a squishy ball from some vendor at the wall between us and TweedleDee and TweedleDum.

4) When we get our new office mate at the end of the week, we're going to have to start behaving. :(

Quote of the Week: "I'm not down with squeezing them and sucking the heads." - Boss, on eating crawdads.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Autobiography Forward

MRod The Former Roommate has graciously begun writing the forward to my book I promised would be his.

"There are some people that you will never be able to forget, and if you're as lucky as I am, it's because their stories wake you up in the middle of the night in fits of furious laughter about stories involving "facial rug burn caused by a goatee" and stories that begin with the words "...so I totally didn't mean for this to happen, but..."

He also suggested that my book be titled, Oh God! I swear it's not my fault!

Hahahaha. I wish I had a dollar for every time he heard me utter one of those phrases in the four short months we lived together. I bet HE wishes he had a dollar for every time, too. ;)

yap yap yap

Setting: my office, last week.
Characters: Enjanerd, Boss, Boss Jr., Skunk Nut, and by default, me.

Background: Everyone but me is discussing whether or not Skunk Nut needs to participate on the Important Daily Conference Call that afternoon.

Boss: Well, it's not a bad idea. You could just come with us at 3 and sit through it.
Boss Jr: But it'll last forever, and he doesn't need to sit through very much of it.
Boss: True. You could just dial in from your desk, if you want. If you use headphones because it's sensitive. (Read: I can't hear any of this. I had gotten kicked out of said meeting the day before)
Boss Jr: That's a good idea. He can sit at his desk and work that way.
Boss: Yeah. Well, as long as he doesn't mind people yapping away all afternoon.
Boss Jr: What? He sits next to Nutmeg!