The new monitor

mmmm.... LCDlicious. 19 inches of it.

Does it hurt?

Every couple of weeks or so, my liquor store brings in a couple of new imported beers to add to their already ample specialty selection... and I make a point of trying to sample everything at least once. Black Sheep Brewery makes a very nice roasted ale called Riggwelter, which in their local Yorkshire dialect, is an old Norse word that's used to describe a sheep that's fallen over on it's back and can't get up. Anyways, they've just shipped us Canadians a new beer that just seemed to leap off the shelf and into my basket... yeah, you heard me right, my basket.

Welcome to badger country

LEEEERRROOOY!!!

If you play World of Warcraft, then you have to watch this.
If you play, or have played, other similar MMORPGs, then you should watch it.
If you don't know what an MMORPG is, then don't watch this... trust me, you won't get it.

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My tummy hurts again

I think I've been MSG'd by a bowl of Ichiban noodles.

Earlier today the plant's maintenance foreman came into my office to yack with me about something. When I eventually got up to grab a glass of water from the cooler, he turned around to check the fax machine for a service quotation that he was expecting. I saw my opportunity and grabbed a handful of his coveralls at the back of the waist, then gave him a couple of sharp yoinks. He was a little surprised at first, then just put his hand on his back and slumped over a bit, looking at me all sad and hurt-like. I responded with a silly grin, and then he exclaimed:
"Ooowwwwww.... you broke my hymen".
Maybe you had to be there, but I've been laughing all day since.

Scenes from bachelor life: # 1

Eventually, you reach a point where the effort required to find a spot to place a bottle or dirty dish, is greater than that of just cleaning up... I'm almost there.

Perogies

Nearly every day in the office, at about 12:00, I’m bombarded by a cloud of a home-cooked-meal smell that comes wafting down the hallway. I’ve traced the cloud to its source several times now, and every time I happen upon the same strange phenomenon; the coworker whose office the smell trail ends at will be sitting at his desk, eating from a red Tupperware container. He’ll grin at me when I walk in, and let me know what he’s got for treats that day. When he’s finished, the empty tupperware goes back into a white plastic bag that rests on the shelf behind him. The next day, the Tupperware always re-emerges from the bag, always containing a fresh helping of stew, or mashed potatoes with veggies, or (in today’s case) perogies with onions and sausage…. You get the idea, it all looks and smells really good.
I’ve decided that I’m too old to believe in magic lunch bags anymore, so he must be bringing the refilled tupperware from home. However, the coworker in question is a male accountant who drives a racecar in his spare time, so chances are he’s not the one preparing these meals. When all other possibilities have been eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the solution. Someone else, at or near his home, is preparing the tupperware during his off-work hours. Possibly his wife?
I approached my coworker about this, asking him if it was possible for others to join in on this fantastic arrangement. Specifically, what it would cost me to have him bring in an extra tupperware every day? He responded with: “No problem, just call my wife at home, 555-5555... tell her that you want a lunch made for yourself as well. She loves coking and will be happy to provide.”
I think he was lying to me.
More study is definitely required on the subject.