8:30 AM Mr. Brown
It is hot in here
8:30 AM Mr. Blue
yep
8:31 AM Mr. Silver
It's just me
(flips ponytail)
Seriously though...supposed to get to 83F, AC doesn't seem to be working so well again, and I had to wear a long sleeved shirt today.
8:33 AM Mr. Brown
I’m glad i said F it and wore just this Penguins t-shirt
8:33 AM Mr. Blue
you rebel
8:33 AM Mr. Brown
but i really wish we was allowed to wear shorts right now
8:33 AM Mr. Silver
Not til tomorrow.
how nice
8:34 AM Mr. Blue
hope it rains today
8:35 AM Mr. Silver
Hope it rains IN HERE today
8:51 AM Mr. Silver
"The Great Race" is one of those movies with so many "things" in it that I'm still catching stuff I didn't after a couple dozen viewings
Example:
The villains, Professor Fate and Maximilian, are in their Gothic, lushly decorated mansion
The dining room has a moose head on the wall
There's a disturbance...they run for the garage to check the alarm.
I'd never noticed – as they leave the dining room and run though the next room, the ENTIRE MOOSE is standing on the other side of the wall with it's head stuck through to the dining room.
8:59 AM Mr. Blue
heheh
9:02 AM Mr. Blue
any others?
9:25 AM Mr. Silver
Well...another catch that took me a long time to spot and prove (years ago) was during the ballroom scene. The drunkard prince swoops through the crowd, dancing with a man.
If you aren't looking at the right place, you'd never know, and with Tony Curtis's character in such pure white clothing though the whole movie, the eye is usually dragged to him.
Mr. Brown
A skeleton walks into a bar. bartender says “Hey you're the first skeleton we have had in here. What can i get ya?”
“Well its a hot day, I’ll take a beer and a mop.”
11:02 AM Mr. Blue
i think i told this one already but I’ll re-tell it for Mr. Silver:
11:02 AM Mr. Blue
A guy walks into a bar with a big, bright orange head. The bartender looks at him and says "Jesus, what happened to you?"
"Well, i met this genie, and he gave me three wishes. The first wish, i wished for a Lamborghini."
and the guy pointed to a car parked out along the street.
"The second wish, I wished for a young, beautiful wife."
and he pointed to the woman standing next to his car outside.
"well, what happened with the third wish?" the bartender asked.
"That's where I think I mighta went wrong. See, I wished for a giant, bright orange head."
Mr. Brown
Reading about the Leather Man
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leatherman_%28vagabond%29 – Mr. Silver)11:46 AM Mr. Silver
From "The Village People"?
Mr. Blue
Mr. Silver
"when the universe was still in its relative infancy, less than 4% of its current age, said Schmidt, who likened the finding to a "baby picture" of the universe. "
“Dr. Schmidt offered to show the press these baby pictures. Some of us politely looked and others made ourselves scarce."
"Several of the women reporters crowded in with cooing noises, and one stated the gamma ray burst had its father's energy signature."
Ms. Amethyst
i went fishing yesterday from 9 am to 8:30 pm, out all day on the lake, and got fried like a lobster. I'm fire engine red with the exception of my bathing suit tan lines
Mr. SilverI learned the hard way from the Pennsic War to fear the sun.
3:06 PM Ms. Amethyst
yup
3:06 PM Mr. Silver
I'd get a bit of burn every year and deal with it...until...
I was asked to be the standard bearer for a bunch of knights and crew.
3:09 PM Ms. Amethyst
lol
3:09 PM Mr. Silver
That was a big deal in the middle ages
That was your colors...you kept that UP no matter what
3:10 PM Ms. Amethyst
yeah
3:10 PM Mr. Silver
So I stood out in the sun for hours
in sandals...everything exposed on my feet was deep purple
I could barely walk
3:12 PM Ms. Amethyst
yup
sun poisoning
and it hurts
3:12 PM Mr. Silver
yup
cold shower water burned them
3:14 PM Ms. Amethyst
ohh I'm sure
3:16 PM Mr. Silver
Since then, Mrs. Silver and I, if we have no sunscreen and are going to be out, declare "Pennsic Rules today"
3:23 PM Ms. Amethyst
nice
lol
3:31 PM Mr. Silver
Shadow-to-shadow. Doesn't work in a boat. Bleh
Sorry
8:25 AM Mr. Yellow
I hate not having admin rights on this computer
8:25 AM Mr. Silver
"Down, peasant!"
(admiring a co-worker's gothy purse with it's very non-Japanese-looking geisha)
Mr. Silver “A geisha on a skull...interesting.”
Coworker “Yeah! I like skulls.”
Mr. Silver “Well, skulls are cool things. I have one myself.”
Coworker “Really? Tattoo?”
Mr. Silver “No. In my head.”
Coworker “... Oh! Hehe!”
(free lunch at work for Memorial Day)
Mr. Silver
Lunch ratings: hotdog 7, burger 2
"Hamburger made with real "Meet" brand food product."
3:33 PM Mr. Silver
Right...fleeing soon
Got a blog hit from Denmark, BTW
3:36 PM Mr. Blue
Jutland savages!
3:37 PM Mr. Silver
Do they eat danish in Denmark?
3:37 PM Mr. Brown
“Dem marks are crazy”
3:38 PM Mr. Silver
... ...You want me to put these comments about our Dane brothers in the blog, don't you?
3:40 PM Mr. Blue
yes
3:43 PM Mr. Silver
(sigh)
Mr. Brown
Ehh
3:44 PM Mr. Silver
I guess I'll explain that game**...couldn't hurt for the future. No telling when we'll start goofing on "the old country" again
3:44 PM Mr. Brown
as long as they can take a joke
3:47 PM Mr. Silver
Don't be ridiculous...of course they can...they're from Denmark.
3:48 PM Mr. Brown
Lol
** The "I Speak 'Foreign'" Game
Mr. Blue and I indulge in a number of “Games”. This one in particular is the “I Speak 'Foreign'” game (which itself is an obnoxious sub-game of a post-apocalyptic roleplaying setting I wrote. [which was added after seeing that line and the inspired awful behavior in a 'Discworld' novel.]). It largely involves the pair of us pretending to be prejudiced American louts and riffing on both commonly believed (and outright made up) cultural stereotypes, our own personal genealogies, and a variety of historical nonsense. Rest assured, both Mr. Blue and I are avidly interested and respectful of other cultures (I went to college to study them, myself) and are merely mocking the dim bulbs, uneducated twerps, and “loutish Americans” we meet and speak to, some of the co-workers we have to overhear (Oooo! I said it!) and goobers we see on TV. So if any of you wonderful readers run across a new person throwing a fit over some comment about...oh, I dunno - ”The Portuguese”...point them to Day 21.
P.S. Fair warning to Germany since I've seen you peeking: Mr. Blue's family is only a couple generations American, and straight German before that. My uncle has lived there about 50 years and my dad loved the place. So, you might come up. A lot. Don't hate us, we like you.
Mr. Silver
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