There’s a hilarious post by Eric Sink about setting secure passwords and fingerprint sensors that you have to read. It’s very reminiscent of the old “I’ll put this in a safe place” at which point of course, you promptly proceed to forget it.
I was walking with Macy to get a coffee this morning when I saw this school bus stuck in a roundabout with the driver on the phone calling his Dad to let him know that he would be on King 5 News. As I was chatting with him, I learned that it’s common for larger city vehicles (garbage trucks, school buses) to drive right over roundabouts. While this was news to me, it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, the recent weather in Seattle made this speed reduction device particularly effective.
Mark Potts’ Monty Python reference reminded me of the first time I heard the dead parrot sketch. I was in the window seat on a transcontinental flight from Nigeria to the UK and I was listening to the comedy channel on the in-flight audio. I was thoroughly sucked in to the sketch and was laughing out loud for about 10 minutes before I realized where I was.
If you haven’t heard it, I recommend checking it out. An extract for your enjoyment:
Mr. Praline (John Cleese): Um…now look…now look, mate, I’ve definitely ‘ad enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not ‘alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein’ tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
Owner (Michael Palin): Well, he’s…he’s, ah…probably pining for the fjords.
Mr. Praline: PININ’ for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got ‘im home?
Owner: The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin’ on it’s back! Remarkable bird, id’nit, squire? Lovely plumage!
Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
I was at a friend’s house yesterday watching the Seahawks-Dallas playoff game and saw a two inch high mini punching bag sitting on a coffee table. I flicked it and a squeaky voice yelled out, “Eat Shit!” I almost spit my beer all over the floor. This might be the coolest gift ever. I just did a quick search and you can buy it online at Prank Place. (This is one of the reasons why I love the web - if you see something, odds are someone on the Internet will sell it to you…)
