To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Sure, I offended the leader of the client’s parent company. But I thought surely the feminine version of CEO was CEA.
Who wouldn’t?
UPDATE: Also, note that neither are actually pronounced like see-oh or see-ah. You have been warned.
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Here’s a photo you never see anywhere else, a MfBJN exclusive:
I understand that the view was much better before former Attorney General John Ashcroft forced the park services to put the robe on.
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Old joke:
Young man: Can you tell me how to get to Carnegie Hall?
Older man: Well, if you’re coming from downtown, you should take Madison Avenue up to 57th and hang a left. Oh, you could take Fifth, but it bogs down in the thirties and forties. If you’re coming from the Upper West Side, you can take Broadway down to 57th if you’re comfortable with Columbus Circle, or you can take Ninth Avenue down if you want a stoplight….
You know, even now that I’ve been to New York City, I still don’t get the joke.
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(enabled by Ace of Spades, the Robert Bly of our age.)
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Look me in the eye when you say that you have never taken a hazardous chemical cleaning or lubricating agent that you cannot pour down the drain and have to pay for disposal to an acquaintance’s house and tucked it under their sink or set it on a shelf in his garage when he wasn’t looking.
I guess El Guapo knows where he got that orange juice bottle full of olive-colored automotive coolant now.
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Good to see the people behind the International Freedom Center had alternate plans.
You can find this particular gem of wisdom on a dark Post No Bills temporary construction wall just north of the former site of the World Trade Center. In case the author of this simplistic moralism–a member of the reality hemp-based community–should find through Googlism his or her words immortalized here, allow me to point out some finer flaws with the point he or she is trying to make:
But nice try. Now go back to work; I don’t want my tax-funded State Department employees slacking off.
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Back when I was a young man, we didn’t have CDs or the Internet. If we wanted to play video games, we spent all night typing the programs in from magazines.
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Wherein Heather channels Homer:
Mmm, De Beers
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It’s all fun until your hotel catches fire.
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New studies indicate that love is, in fact, a sixties-style action show judo chop to the back of the neck.
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I know, you all expected that today would mark the day of the Packer flag’s annual debut.
But not on September 11, brother; my flag brace holds a different flag today.
I won’t forget.
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From a fundraising plea junk mail from the Alzheimer’s Disease Research Program of the American Health Assistance Foundation, of whom I’ve never heard before and to whom I will never send any money whatsoever:
Alzheimer’s reign of terror? Lord, love a duck, poorly written, poorly metaphored… I say we make it a trifecta by making it poorly funded, too.
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Joaquin Phoenix had a brother, River Phoenix, who was also an actor.
Compare/contrast this with trivia questions ca 1990.
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Crikes, I’ve got this mosquito bite on my neck like an inch from my jugular. You know that mosquito will be telling his friends about that bite, ad nauseum, for the rest of his life.
Probably a week tops, unless he tries that stunt again, in which case I’ll spill my own blood if needed to truncate his existence.
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Two thoughts that struck me as amusing, but I’ll probably be the only one:
We sure thought that “Alice” would make a credible candidate for president….
Eck….Eck…..Eck….Eckstein.
Because these things bounce around my disparate thoughts during the course of the day. Instead of a billion dollar idea, I get these.
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All is for the best in the best of possible worlds.
Which might be this one. Probably not.
(Inspired by this post by Pejman.)
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Chateau:
A large home. From the French words chat (cat) and eau (water), as it’s the place where one waters one’s cats.
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Seems I am off the hook for some intemperate comment I might have made on my wife’s birthday as she indeed likes her new music production setup.
However, remember she has a music minor but is a developer by trade when she says:
Now if I can just find how to CODE notes instead of having to “record.”
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Happy Birthday to Wil Wheaton, born on this date in 1972, and anyone else who might share this birthday.
I hope she likes what I got her enough to make up for that….
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