He had a digital camera. So did I. We looked at each other. Eyes were narrowed. Tempers flared. Somewhere a cock crowed... and at some unspoken signal, the cameras were flipped on... shots were fired. He got the drop on me, but I focused and got a better shot. I walked away from another digital
Me: "What color am I?" She: "Wuh?" Me: "Am I turning orange?" She: "No, I'd say you were a nutty, summer brown." Me: "Really? Are you sure I'm not turning orange? Look at it in better light." She: "Maybe just a tinge. Why? Are you using self-tanner?" Me: "Yeah. I'm afraid I'm sliding towards oompah-lumpah."
So I still may or may not have the chicken pox. The doctor didn't see the antibodies she wanted to see, so she wants me to come in for a vaccination. Apparently this will help even if I have contracted the disease. On the bright side, it'll give me the opportunity to enjoy another face
VP (peaking his head in the door): "You've had the chicken pox, right?" Me: "No, why?" VP: "Your boss went to the doctor this morning for a rash. Turns out she has chicken pox. She'll be back this afternoon to get some stuff from her office." Me: "Ohmygod. Is she contagious?" VP: "Yeah, but she's
He: "Did I tell you? One of my clients found Moose Drool on tap." Me: "In the city? Where?" He: "Don't know, but I'll find out." Me: "Excellent! Find out and you're moving up on my A-List." She: "Wait! He's on your A-List?" Me: "Yeah, he took care of the whole Hank Williams Jr. thing.
Starbucks is moving in down the street and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's a step up for neighborhood hangouts. We don't have a decent coffee house in Albany Park. And, if it's a wireless Starbucks, then I can lug my laptop down there and work. On the
I never realize how big a geek I am until I talk to a group of people who aren't. Tonight I told a group of library students about RSS, aggregators, taxonomy and information architecture and I felt like I was speaking a different language. I even refuted the statement that blogs were cutting edge...I forgot
I received a (potentially) heart-stopping e-mail from my boss this morning: Subject: Blogs Body: Do you participate in any? how? why? It's not that any of the blogs I run are particularly salicious salacious, defamatory or overly personal. I don't use co-worker's names, I don't trash the company, and my venting is particularly mild. It's
She: "Did you bring toothpaste?" Me: "Yeah, in my overnight bag. It's Close-up." She (singing): "Get a closer...now don't be shy..." Me: "Stop! That is not the Close-up theme song!" She: "Oh. What is it?" Me: "Arid Extra Dry. I don't need to think about deo while I'm brushing my teeth." She: "Yeah, yeah. Okay.
Waitress: "You get a salad with that. What kind of dressing do you want?" Me: "French?" Waitress: "What?" Me: "How about Catalina?" Waitress: "Look, this is a diner." Me: "Okay, what do you have?" Waitress: "Italian, Russian, Western..." Me: "Western. The orange stuff." Waitress: "Oh, is that the same as French? Learn something new everyday."
