September 29, 2008

30% of your food will become courtney love

I have a bad habit of buying more food than I need when I go to the store. It's not a big deal when it comes to canned food and things like that, but when I buy more fresh food than I need, most of it ends up going bad before I have a chance to eat it. A group in Brazil has created fliers concerning this issue, which they've passed out to shoppers entering supermarkets. Apparently it's been pretty effective; I know I've changed my shopping habits after seeing these flyers.

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September 28, 2008

animator vs. animation

This is how we did it in 1953*:



And this is how we did it in 2006*:
A vs. A


*Of course, by saying we, I naturally mean they, obviously, as they were a part of, and I was not, something that they did, and I did not do, for I was not a part of the team (which, if I were, would be we) which carried out these respective projects, which were done by them and not me, making it they, and not we.

September 27, 2008

the end of an era

Well, my little study is over. Steve the Chef finally learned my real name. It went down like this:

him: "Hey, how you doing Charlie?"
me: "Pretty good, how are you?"
him: "Hey great, thanks." [looks at my nametag] "Oh, Caleb! Why did I call you Charlie?"
me: "Haha, you did?"
him: "Initially, yeah."
me: "Heh, I must've not been listening."

When I was a little guy, my great grandfather used to call me Charlie sometimes (don't ask). Consequently, it didn't strike me as odd the first few times Steve called me that, and by the time I realized that he's not my great grandfather and probably isn't using Charlie as a nickname, it was too late to correct him. So I elected to let him keep it up, for the sake of science. Unfortunately, there was nothing actually scientific about my observations, as I recorded no frequencies, kept track of no dates and times, and basically observed no components of the scientific method. Woops!

September 8, 2008

i lol'd. irl.

Authorities: Burglar wakes men with spice rub
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080908/ap_on_fe_st/odd_sausage_attack
FRESNO, Calif. - Authorities say they've arrested a man who broke into the home of two California farmworkers, stole money, rubbed one with spices and whacked the other with a sausage before fleeing...(more)

That's the most amazing thing I've read in at least a week.

September 6, 2008

i did it because it was itchy

You know how when you give blood, they wrap that sticky bandage around your arm and tell you to keep it on for four hours? Well, today I found out why they want you to keep it on so long. If you only wait three hours instead of four, you might be greeted upon its removal by a spurt of blood from your vein that may or may not get all over your shirt and make you look like a sloppy heroin addict. It is most unfortunate that I learned this information through direct experience, instead of just reading about it in a blog like you did.

August 15, 2008

by the way, which one's pink?

I work in a retirement community, and I've been called many wrong names over the two years I've been here. Evidently I am interchangeable with any other male employee who has dark hair and was born between 1975 and 1990. First I was Diego. Then Lazar. Then Chuck. I'm even Danny on ocassion, even though the real Danny is 6'5" and blond.

The problem is even worse on the phone, presumably because people don't have a face to go with my voice, and many seniors have poor hearing. I've been Kevin, Trevor, Kenneth, Calvin, Gabe, and about five or six others that I can't remember now (I used to keep a running list next to the phone). It was not uncommon to have a conversation like this three or more times in a day:

"Transportation, this is Caleb."
"Kevin?"
"No, Caleb."
"That's what I said. Kevin."
"No, not Kevin. This is Caleb."
"Oh! Hi Kenneth!"

A lot of changes take place in the brain as we get older, particularly with regard to memory, so I'm very gracious when the seniors get a little mixed up and think I'm someone else. I wish I could say it's just the seniors who do it, though. There's a chef here who's been calling me Charlie for the better part of a year, despite the large print name tag I wear every day. I've never corrected him, opting instead to see how long he carries on before someone else sets him straight. I guess you can say it's my own little field study, n=1. So far, it doesn't look like there's any end in sight.

July 9, 2008

QE for the SG


At least he tried to put a positive spin on it. In other news, I laugh too much in internet conversation.