Bacon, part 2

Me: "How to Make an Origami Pig."
Greg: That's always useful. Especially if you want origami bacon.

Bacon, part 1

Greg: Sarah?
Me: Yes?
Greg: I found the bacon flowchart. Sean had it on his del.icio.us account.
Me: Thank god for social networking.

It doesn't even matter what this was about

Mike: And a great, deafening “MOO!” was heard in response.

For your own safety

David: I didn’t even know you could possess underwear fraudulently.

Me: My advice, then, is to stay the hell out of Singapore.

Retirement

Retiree, getting cookie: I’m gonna be bigger than a house.

Me: Hooray! No weigh-ins!

Retiree: You’re right! *gets additional cookie*

Blocked!

Me: Hey, a new feature! When I hover over a URL that is blocked, it tells me before I click on it. That’s actually hella useful.

Mike: That’s awesome. Does it have the reason there? “Blocked: Irony.”

Me: Blocked: Too fun.

Mike: Blocked: Cuz. We don’t have to tell you. :P

Me: Blocked: Neener.

Mike: Blocked: Shouldn’t you go outside and get some exercise?

Me: Blocked: Hai-keeba!

Mike: Blocked: Gymkata!

How's Married Life II

Greg: Is this some kind of trust exercise? Because I'm not feeling good about it.

Career Advice

Me: *pfft* Don’t look at me, I’m on monster.com.

Clarification

Me: Okay, okay, IF they didn’t start the zombie apocalypse, THEN that would be a good place to run.

Different Definitions of "Fulfillment"

Me: I used to take pictures of people posing with costumed characters full time.
Guy Dressed as Frosty the Snowman: Well, that could be fulfilling.
Me: No. No, it can't.

Glucoboy

Mike: Can I just say how amused I am that we are discussing an actually existing product that combines diabetes glucose screening and video games in one convenient package for children?

Meeting Site Selection

Me: Out of curiosity, what’s the band’s usual hotel in King of Prussia?

Darrin: Crown Plaza or Fairfield Inn. There are many more in the area.

Me: Well, sure. It’s that giant black hole of a mall, sucking in the orbiting hotel chains like errant space junk.

Darrin: At the speed of light.

Thank you, good night!

Bill: My goal is a retirement speech completely devoid of personal pronouns.

Me: I say new policy: for your retirement speech, you get one word for every year you’ve been here. Twenty-four years, twenty-four words.

Some Targets Are Just Too Easy

Bill, after a particularly notable retirement ceremony: You should charge people to get on your blog today.

Poopy!

Me: An idiot trombone player (note redundancy) is changing his child’s diaper on the floor in front of my desk. Notably, the bathrooms are right across the hall. Hello?

Mike: Yeah, see? See?? Babies make people’s brains go away. It’s universal. Babies are brain-eating zombies.

How Not To Scam Music From the Field Band Library

Technique 1, attempted Wednesday afternoon by a community band director: Call the Field Band, complain that every time you call the Field Band, the Field Band never sends you anything, explaining that “that’s why this time I’m calling you.” That is, the Field Band. Then ask for something that went out of print 20 years before the Field Band existed. Act disgusted when told it is not in the library.

Technique 2, attempted Friday morning by a high school band director: Demand, repeatedly, that the Field Band send you music the Field Band doesn’t have. When directed to call a band 20 miles away with a library five times larger than that of the Field Band, explain that the Field Band should send the music (that the Field Band doesn’t have) because “we’re right down the street from you.” When reminded that the Field Band still doesn’t have this music, ask “well, what DO you have?!” Hang up.

Technique 3, attempted last month by a high school band director: Tell the Field Band to send you a copy of a score that you have on order from overseas, to cover you while it’s in transit. When the Field Band replies that this is fine, but due to previous abuse of this copyright loophole, you will need to send proof of the order, admit that you don’t really have it on order at all, you just lost it. When the Field Band explains that the “cover copies for music on order” loophole only works when you actually have music on order, assert that you “kind of” have it on order. When asked again for proof, admit again that you don’t have it on order at all.

Past techniques:

- point out that since the tune exists on a recording of the Marine Band, it must therefore be in the Field Band library.

- assert over and over that the tune is permanently out of print, even when a new edition has come out in the past six months.

- legally borrow a tune from the Field Band, then offer to sell the set on a listserv the Field Band reads.

Cage Match: Astaire vs. Crosby

Mike: I always think of them as the same person. Except that one danced, and the other one just sorta…leaned.

Your Aspect Ratio and You

LTC: Can you blow it up more?

Me: This is a big as I can make it.

LTC: What if you cut off the stuff on the top and bottom?

Me: That’s as wide as it can go, so that’s as big as I can make it.

LTC: But they don’t need this stuff down here.

Me: Yes, but that’s as wide as it can go, so that’s as big as I can make it.

LTC: They just need this one strip through the middle.

Me: Right, but that’s as wide as it can go, so that’s as big as I can make it.

LTC: So if you cut off the bottom part…

Me: It would still only be that wide. So that’s as big as I can make it.

LTC: Really?

Me: Yes.

LTC: Huh.

Email

Greg: What does Mike have to say?
Me: "Argh."
Greg: That's reasonable.

Then He Said "I Like Boys," But I'm Not Including That

Greg: Whatcha doing?
Me: Colonel-loathing.
Greg: That takes up a lot of your time.
Me: True.
Greg: Want to go shopping?
Me: Thank you, Talking Barbie!
Greg: Math is hard!

Hail to the Chief Remix

Me: Some woman wrote to us looking for a recording of “the long version” of Hail to the Chief.

Mike B: What, the one with the bridge and the big open section?

We Assume They Meant "Oversaw"

Award Citation: …he overlooked all aspects of [project]…

Me: Man, I overlook stuff all the time and I never get an award for it.

LT: I know! Me, too!

Mannheim Steamroller for Concert Band

Arranger 1: That’s an extremely well-polished turd.

Arranger 2: That’s what we do best!

Traditional Thanksgiving Conversation

Alex: I move that the bitter recrimination begins now.
Me: Seconded.
Austin, weeping: Is that a simple majority or a two-thirds majority?

No One is Safe!

Me: Run for your lives! Actually, no, unplug everything first and THEN run for your lives!

David: Where could you run to that NSA wouldn’t find you? Time to get out the trusty aluminum foil hat.

Dance Lesson

Greg: What kind of dance do you do to a waltz?
Me: A waltz.
Greg: Explain.
Me: Step step step, step step step, step step step, step step step.
Greg, suspiciously: Hmmm.

Belated Oktoberfest Post

Me: Oh, man! What's the chance of running into a guy wearing a beef log shirt while you're trying to remember the words to the beef log song?!
Greg: I don't know, but you're pretty drunk.

Quite

Eddie: She pacifically told me they were in the libary.

So Close

COL H: Playin’ Minesweeper?

Me: Nah, I’ve been fielding phone calls from LT Toven.

COL H: Wantin’ to borrow something, I bet.

Me: Yep.

COL H: I hope you told him “No, sir.”

Me: Well, I told him “no.”

COL H: Well, that’s half right.

When People Ask "How's Married Life," I Assume This Is What They Mean

Greg's New All-Purpose Argument Ender: Yeah, well, I think you are mistaken about reality.

Sarah's New All-Purpose Argument Ender: I assert you are a twit. Discuss.

Tonight's iTunes Cover Searches

All the Young Dudes
Crazy Train
Hooked on a Feeling
We're Not Gonna Take It
Song 2
Centerfold
Sir Duke
Video Killed the Radio Star
Black Hole Sun
Santeria
More Human than Human
Insane in the Brain
Baba O'Riley*
25 or 6 to 4
Feelin' Stronger Every Day
Wild Mountain Honey
Dude (Looks Like a Lady)
Love in an Elevator
Cochise
Epic
Lust for Life
Closer
Head Like a Hole
Freak on a Leash
Rock the Casbah*
Hollaback Girl

*particularly successful

If we're lucky, a year from now we'll have no idea what this conversation was about.

Mike: You can’t has.

Me: Does want!

Mike: The only way to combat lolcats is with Broccoli Dog.

Me: Or limecat.

Mike: No, limecat is part of the problem.

Me: Oolong, then.

Mike: Yes, the rabbit is fine, but only because it looks as though it could fly into a killing rage at any minute.

"These Boots," as interpreted by Jessica Simpson

Me: It's unlistenable!
Greg: True! And yet we have to listen!

What is Jazz?

Me: It sounds like he's killing a pig.
Greg: That's beautiful.
Me: That's jazz.
Greg: That is jazz. Jazz is pig death.

Logic

Me: I thought Martians were small and gray-green.

David: It’s pretty sunny there. People that live in sunny places are brown. Martians = brown.

Me: It’s too far from the sun. People who freeze turn blue. Martians = blue.

David: Alright, summer highs are only 20 Celsius. That’s not real warm, but there’s no cloud cover to speak of. Martians = brown on the outside, blue in the middle. The way I like my cheese.

I was going to paraphrase this, but quoting is so much more effective

Notice in local paper: If you have absolutely no phone and no internet access during all of the open season, contact redacted@redacted.gov and arrangements can be made for enrollments.

Thus, to paraphrase anyway, “If you can’t email us, please email us.”

Halo Suite, grade 3, arr. Ralph Ford

Me: It’s barely recognizable.

David: Yeah, but it does make me want to frag aliens.

Perhaps I Will Come Up With a Snappier Title Once the Shock Wears Off

Librarian 1: Can I help you find something?
Me: Yes. I need an AACR2.
Librarian 1: *blank stare* Is that...a book?
Me: Yes.
Librarian 1: Um... *typing* I don't see anything.
Me: Really.
Librarian 1: Does it...stand for something?
Me: Anglo-American Cataloging...something.
Librarian 1: Anglo-American!
Me: Yes. *having found photocopy of title page* Here: Anglo-American Cataloging Rules.
Librarian 1: Um... *typing* I don't think we have one in circulation.
Me: It wouldn't circulate. It would be reference. Reference for...well, you.
Librarian 1: *looking helpless* Maybe when Librarian 2 gets off the phone...I mean...we don't really catalog here...maybe when Librarian 2 gets off the phone...
Me: Okay.
Librarian 2: What's up?
Librarian 1: Have you ever heard of something called Anglo-American Cataloging Rules?
Librarian 2: Um... I've heard of it. I don't think I've ever seen one. We don't really catalog here.
Librarian 1: That's what I told her!
Me: Okay.
Librarian 2: Um...is it online?
Me: With a subscription.
Librarian 2: Oh. We...don't really catalog here.
Librarian 1: Yeah.

A Visit from St. Nicholass

Me: His dimples, how merry!

Mike: His cheeks were like roses!

Later

Greg: My very own Necronomicon. Too bad it's a copy.
Me: Jeez.
Greg: When I ask you to get me an ancient artifact...
Me: How was I supposed to know?
Greg: The real Necronomicon isn't made of paper.

Initial Reaction

Me: Here's a Necronomicon from Mike.
Greg: Thank you! Is it made of human skin?
Me: I'm pretty sure it's just copier paper.
Greg: Pfft.

The Presence of Sausages

Me: Isn't that the collective noun?

Why We're Not Allowed to Name Military Operations

Me: Jungle pancakes.
Greg: So you're just going to say "jungle pancakes" periodically, at random?
Me: Sure. Jungle pancakes.
Greg: Can I say "corpse pants?"
Me: Sure.
Greg: Corpse pants!
Me: Corpse pants. That's actually harder to say than jungle pancakes.
Greg: Not really. Corpse pants, corpse pants, corpse pants.
Me: Jungle pancakes.

Overtime

SGM: Are you studying?

Me: Nah, I’m just screwing around.

SGM: As long as you’re not working.

The Pants Story

Me: Okay, go ahead and tell your pants story.

Greg: What pants story?

Me: You’re kidding.

Greg: What?

Me: The enchanted pants.

Greg: What are you talking about?

Me: The enchanted pants story you’ve been going on about for days.

Greg: What enchanted pants?

Me: Are you kidding me? For days! Enchanted pants!

Greg: What are you talking about?

Me: The enchanted pants story.

Greg: What enchanted pants story?

Me: With the corpses.

Greg: Oh, that!

Craig: You know what? Just stop there. No story can live up to that lead-in.

After a survey of receipts in my wallet revealed I buy nothing but food and gas

Mike: Consume! Consume!! Why do you hate America?

Too Many Covers of "Ring of Fire"

Me: Debbie Harry?

Greg: No.

Me: Nancy Sinatra?

Greg: No.

Me: Olivia Newton-John?

Greg: Yes!

Rating

LT: You are awesome.

Me: Can I get that in writing?

LT: Sure. Can you use that on an NCOER?

Me: Strangely, I’m going to have to guess no-ish. Nor “rulez.”

LT: How about “phat?”

Me: Oh, sure. “His demonstrated commitment to safety is totally phat, yo.”

Did I Say the Wrong Thing?

Greg: ...which is to say, he's good at his job, but he annoys everyone.
Me: So, like me!
Greg: Yes! I mean no. I mean...what?

Training

Me: Things to do today: talk about urine, light stuff on fire. Done and done.

Wally: It just doesn’t get any better than this.

C/FOUO

Me: So this robotic kidney you're making...
Greg: I didn't say we were making it.
Me: Well, you never say anything about what you do at work, so we may as well assume you're making robotic kidneys.
Greg: Fair enough.

Retirement

COL H: Here’s a business card for [weird old guy]. You want one too?

Me: Sure. I’ll put it in my scrapbook.

COL H: I’m running out of uses for them.

Me: Well, you could wallpaper your bathroom.

If they could just stay little...

COL H: Lieutenant!

LT: Yes, sir!

COL H: Get to work!

LT: Yes, sir!

Me: They’re so cute when they’re new.

Keep it Short

Me: [weird old guy] was here.

COL H: Yeah, I heard him.

Me: He demands a business card from you, which I don’t have.

COL H: Demands? Why?

Me: I find when dealing with [weird old guy], it’s best not to ask questions.

COL H: Gotcha.

Damnit!

COL P: You know, some time I’m going to figure out that you’re not really here, and that it’s just a hologram or…

Me: Processing. Please wait.

COL P: Aha!

The Pickle Party

Invitation: We'll be brining snacks!

Festive!

Vince: I don't know why it printed two copies of the drum set part.
LT: Maybe there will be two drummers drumming.
Me: And a partridge in a pear tree.
LT: You're very...quick.
Me: That's a nice word for it, sir.

As he walked by the second time

LT: The building’s actually spinning, and I’m still in one place.

ME: Ohhhh….hurts….

Rue the day? Who talks like that?

Me: Someday, I will not be taking up all your space. But today is not that day.

Mike B: Then today is the day you will one day rue.

Me: That’s fair.

Mike B: Well, go on then, rue!

Me: *rue*

Mike B: That’s better.

All the really good tunes are rentals

Me: Here you go. And before you get any crazy ideas, it’s $455 for the first performance, $300 each additional.

LT: You’re such a buzzkill.

Me: Hooah.

Circle in a Spiral

LT: Yes?
Me: Oh, I just sent you an email about what I wanted to tell you about.
LT: Oh, okay.
Me: Or I could just tell you about it now.
LT: Sure.
Me: This is going to be pretty meta, because I'm going to tell you what was in the email, in which I described a voice mail.
LT: Oh, wow. This is getting kind of...
Me: Or, hey, since you're not in your office, I could call now and leave you another voice mail about it.
LT: Nah, just write me a note.

Prolly shouldn'ta yelled like that, sir.

LT: Why is the paper curling up?
Me: Because it's so freakin' humid!!!

$12,600 Invoice

Me: This was in my mailbox just now, and it's wow not mine.
Bernie: Wow. It's not mine either.

Was it even worth the effort?

Me: You haven’t once tripped on my lieutenant-tripping device. I’m starting to wonder if it was worth dragging it up here.

LT: Should I have tripped on it?

Me: They usually do.

LT: “They” meaning officers, or just lieutenants?

Me: Just lieutenants.

LT: I’d believe that.

Short Call About Fast Shipping

Me: How fast could we get the score to the Odom transcription of “Short Ride in a Fast Machine,” but still have the shipping cost less than the score itself?

Dealer: Ooh, that’s a new one.

Me: Well, the person who wants it is also the budget officer.

Overheard at Camden Yards

Yankees Fan 1: Hey, the Orioles hats have little birds on the backs. I never noticed that. I wonder what kind of bird it is.
Yankees Fan 2: It's an oriole.

The Quickest Way to Determine that the Lounge Singer on the Cruise Ship is Not a Native Speaker of English

Lounge Singer: Another bride, another tomb...

Marriage Advice from the Voice of Experience

Mike: Marriage is really just a series of blackmails and mutually-assured-destruction treaties.
Me: *sniff* That's beautiful. Can you cross-stitch that for me?
Mike: Hmmm...might be too late to have it completed by your wedding. Perhaps for your 1st Anniversary, which I believe is, traditionally, the "Self Deception" Anniversary. That or Paper.
Me: When's "Loathing," then? Second?
Mike: Oh, no, I think it's like 8 or 9. "Plotting" is traditionally 10, so it's shortly before that.
Me: *pfft* Like we’d make it that far. I'm hoping for four...what's that, "Petty Annoyance?"
Mike: That's three. Four is "Escalating Frustration," with the traditional gift being a poke in the eye.
Me: A gift I give every day.
Mike: Well then how will it be special on year 4?
Me: Manicure!
Mike: See there, you're gonna do just fine.

Not Helping

Me: [recount various items of wedding planning badness]
Beth: Well, you're coming into the home stretch, and it's only gonna get uglier from here.

What $2000 of Wedding Music Buys You

Brass quintet POC: I want the music to be as close to what you imagined as possible. You did imagine lots of clams, right?

Keeps me movin', keeps me groovin'

Me: Are you living in a boogie wonderland?
David: Hell yeah.
Me: I can see it on your face.
David: I'm usually either there or Funkytown.
Me: Ah. So you commute.

I found this much funnier than you will

Me: Whereas with the big tiki head, they'll say, "Hey!"
Greg: "What's with the big tiki head?"

Regional Specialties

Mike: I feel like they got the wrong kind. You wouldn't think you'd necessarily want to advertise that style.
Me: Genuine New England style grits!
Mike: Delicious midwestern-style barbecue!
Me: California-style pralines!
Mike: Fresh Canadian biscuits 'n' gravy!
Me: Genuine Texas-style clam chowder! Yee haw!
Mike: (Get along little clams!) Wisconsin chili!
Me: Traditional Oregonian Cuban sandwiches!
Mike: Nebraskan-style empanadas!
Me: (which are in fact tuna-salad sandwiches.) Native New Mexican gefilte!
Mike: Genuine New york Kosher deli bacon!
Me: San Francisco's own pastrami!
Mike: I think I may have plum run out. Y'all.
Me: We could've gone international, but it's better we didn't. Also: classic Idaho beignets.
Mike: See, you're way better at this one than I am.
Me: Honestly, it's probably from the work-related travel. Tennessee lobster bisque.

Mike Chooses a Hat

Mike: Hmmm...penguin or sombrero...penguin or sombrero...Hey! Why not both!

The New Couple in Class

Me: Do you think they'll break up over dance class?
Greg: Nah. But they'll definitely have a fight.

The Boss

Greg: Anne is really nice. She will make you feel that what you have to say is interesting and she wants to listen to it.
Me: So the opposite of me, then.
Greg: *look askance* Maybe.

Spot the Mathematician!

Greg: Mathematicians try to have order in their lives, so you might notice that in their attire. Computer scientists try to be more punk. So this is a computer scientist outfit instead of a mathematician one.
Me: What are you going to do about it?
Greg: Nothing.
Me: What if people mistake you for a computer scientist?
Greg: I'll get all up in their faces.
Me: But if you get all up in their faces, you won't be a mathematician.
Greg: Oh, you're right. I'll be all up in their shoes.

These Kids Today

Mike: How does one not know who David Bowie is? I mean, I was young once, but I knew who Frankie Valli was.

How We Got on the Topic of Armored Bees

Greg: This all started with your assertion that the old library would only be useful as a showroom for tiny blimps, which is in itself ridiculous.

Dr. Demento

Mike: Novelty songs haven't really been big since the early 80's. And also, they've never been.

Novel in a Month

Laura: I wrote a young adult novel because I actually know someone who works in publishing and that's what they suggested. It was about this girl whose id kind of pops out of her body and follows her around. He was a little demon guy who looked like [my boyfriend].
Jake: So if the id looks like [boyfriend], what do the ego and super ego look like?
Me: Well, one of them wears a cape.
Jake: Obviously.

That Certain Something

Me: I've printed two of the arranger candidates' parts so far, and they both use Finale's "Maestro" font for the band and chorus arrangements, and "Jazz" for the jazz and rock band arrangements.
Teresa: Well, that's what makes it jazz: the font.

That Time of Year

Me: I wandered out of bed at about 11:30 this morning.
Susan: Not me! I had to get up early to obsess about the fact that I haven't done my taxes.

He Has a Point

Me: I want Leonard Nimoy to read that to me!
Greg: Who doesn't?

Contract Negotiations

Jane: I still maintain you should have held out for the chocolate.

Grammar, not so much

Slogan of party goods vendor: We Take Partying Serious!

Fairly Generous Assessment

David: What are you going to do? The French are people, too.
Me: To an extent.
David: Roughly.

What's in a name?

Me: How glad are you you're not this guy?
Mike: I bet he thinks he's the best real-estate developer in the world.

Lying to the Aged

Dad: My mind is going. Have you noticed?
Me: Yep.
Dad: Oh! Well, it's kind of you not to mention it.
Me: I did mention it, you just forgot.

HI to MD

Mike: Our waiter amused us. He was good, and very friendly, but when Jen ordered the venison he mentioned how before he moved to Maryland and got that job, he'd never heard of venison. Naturally we were all puzzled as to where one has to come from to not have heard of venison. And the answer would be Maui, where they have no deer. We then spent the next five minutes joking about how someone leaves Maui to move to Ellicott City, MD. We determined that he just couldn't deal with the paradise anymore and needed to get in the rat race, fast.
Me: "God, if I have to look at one more palm tree, I swear I'm gonna lose it"
Mike: "I'm so sick of this pristine white beach. What I wouldn't do to be in a cubicle!"
Me: "*sigh* If only I could find out how badly people drive in snow."
Mike: "This infernal tropical weather is unbearable. If only I could go somewhere dreary and overcast."
Me: "Why must everyone be so laid back?!"
Mike "My dream has always been to sell this surf shop and go work on Wall Street."
Me: "I'm tired of looking at hula girls."

Assumptions

Mike: I saw on your blog you accused him of cheating. I assume that was at the tournament. Is there a story there?
Me: I accused Patrick of cheating. Does it say Greg instead? No, it says Patrick. You're hallucinating again.
Mike: I just naturally assumed that if you were accusing someone of cheating, it would be Greg. Don't read too much into that.
Me: I think I might take the opportunity to read too much into that. Because it’s funny.
Mike: I didn't mean it in the adulterous way. Just in the way that if you're competing with Greg at something, I assume you would be accusing him of cheating. And also that you would be justified, because he would be cheating. 'Course, I never said that.

A Fair Question

Dave: So how long before this weekend ends up on your blog?

It's Only a Game

Me: You are Poopy McCheaterhead.
Patrick: It was only a matter of time before I was found out.
Me: And I am Poopy McLoserhead.
John: There's not much difference between winning and losing. You'd think there would be, but no.

Why Choose Just One Poison?

Chris: Ah! I will have caffiene and alcohol, so I can have the shakes as I collapse.

Man's Search for Truth

Mike: Imhotep totally wore a hard hat. And Elvis totally wrote Hamlet.
Me: Dude, you really need to stop getting all of your information from Wikipedia.
Mike: What, did it lie to me again? That bastard! And I suppose the Pope didn't invent Twizzlers, either.

Why Won't the Band Play Video Game Music?

Mike: Are they from the past?

He's One of 'Them'

Greg: Sarah, you spelled "wookiee" wrong.
Me: Is it not W-O-O-K-I-E?
Greg: No, it's W-O-O-K-I-E-E.
Me: Okay, I kill you now.
Greg: It's true!
Me: Immaterial. I kill you now.

I'm Not a Mathematician, But I Play One on TV

Greg: Mathematicians do not give retribution.
Me: Not in this dimension, at least.
Greg: No, not in any dimension. Mathematicians give passive aggression.
Me: Okay, fine, whatever.
Greg: What?
Me: Oh, nothing.

Specificity

Greg: Mathematicians, being mathematicians, will not overgeneralize.
Me: Ah! All mathematicians will not...wait...

He Can Be Taught!

Greg: My syringe is not a writing implement.
Me: That's so true.
Greg: Nor can I inject things into myself with a pencil.

Noisemaking

Me: *series of decreasingly Chewbacca-like noises*
Greg: No, that sounds like a goat.
Me: Chewbacca sounds like a goat.
Greg: No! Chewbacca sounds like a wookie!
Me: Okay, you're totally fired.
Greg: I know any number of geeks who would agree with me.
Me: Now you're just trying to get on the blog.
Greg: No, I'm not.
Me: Well, you're gonna be.
Greg: Damnit!

How To Achieve Job Satisfaction

Comment on Jake's Blog: You just have to change your objective from "getting something accomplished" to "maximize evil wastage of time" and then you'll be a winner!

And 502!

Mike: Hurray, I'm #500! I rule. Me and the shoggoths. (Spell checker also suggests "shogunates," which should also not be confused.)

Ceiling Cat!

Emmy: There's a cat in the ceiling.
Sean: We have Paul to thank for that.
Paul (poking ceiling tiles with trident): I did not put the cat in the ceiling. I don't know what would make you think that.
Sean: Perhaps it was the elaborate plan you detailed earlier, about how to get a Ceiling Cat.

Lovecraft Didn't Have This Problem

Mike: For "Shoggoths," my spell checker suggests "Visigoths" and "Golgotha." Which are both very different things.

500th post!

Logic

Mike: He has frightening facial-hair. I assume, therefore, that he is one of Greg's gamer friends.

In the Hallway Just Now

*sound of bagpipe chanter*
Voice 1: Louder!
Voice 2: Faster!
Voice 3: Higher!

Ding Dong, the Band is Gone

Gene: I don't celebrate until they're thirty miles outside the perimeter.

Underwater Transplant Surgery

Me: If we use two bivalves, we can make a heart!
Mike: This coral looks like a brain. Just put that in.

Cage Match

Mike: John Rhys-Davies versus John Rhys-Davies: who would win?
Jen: We all would!

Maybe not exactly that excuse

COL: Man, I need to get going.
Me: Oh, you'll never leave. It took Eddie an hour to leave, and he had an excuse.
COL: Yeah, he had the ticking clock: $10 an hour babysitter.
Greg: You need an excuse like that, sir.
COL, after consideration: No, thanks.

I hope it was the snow

David: I just need four more inches of this so I can go home.
Me: I don't want to know what you were pointing at when you said that.
David: Use your imagination.

Class A

COL H: I'm just gonna go change out of this.
LTC C: I completely forgot about a change of clothes.
Me: Oh, you love that outfit.
LTC C: You're right. I hate to take it off.
COL H: He has another one he sleeps in.

We Believe You!

Blogger: I have lived in Georgia for 8 years but i am from West Vergina.

She's Right, You Know

Rob: That's what happens when you miss rehearsal. You get elected to be the hanging pig.
Erica:That is a blog quote.

Why Women Kill

Me: [announce weight loss of X pounds]
Greg: [announce weight loss of 2X pounds]
Me: [expletive]

Self Knowledge

COL: I submitted your recommendation letter yesterday.
Me: Oh, good. Thank you, sir.
COL: So if you don't get accepted...
Me: It's not your fault.
COL: No, it probably is. "Couldn't she find anyone who can write?"

Lunch Meeting

Me: Uniforms?
Jane: Oh god no.
Me: Correct!

Life Isn't Always Exactly 8 x 10

Frame shop employee: I'm going to trim just a bit off of the top here.
Me: *gasp* Those ceiling tiles are vital to the composition!
Frame shop employee: *pfft* You wouldn't have noticed.

Who Says Americans are Monolingual?

Teresa: Haben sie eine numero pour questa...musica?

Hey, World, Guess What!

Recruiting email: Current Shortages include: Military Intelligence...
Mike: *snort* You'd think they'd want to keep that a little quiet.

The Fitness Gap

Mike: Dude, guys don't even know half the time when they've lost weight. But it's okay, because they also don't know when they've gained it. Until their pants don't fit anymore. Not that they won't go right on wearing them.

Boy Theatre Genius!

Me: That's a 1940's comic book not waiting to happen.
Mike: Hilarious. Who would his side-kick be--or rather the hero to whom he is side-kick? "Cole Porter: Ultra-Fop!" or perhaps "The Gershwinian: Protector of Pianists!"
Me: Irving the Berlinator!
Mike: I'm totally out of mid-century composers already.
Me: I've been trying to make a "Tin Pan Allez" joke, but I got nothing. Maybe it could be their battle cry.
Mike: It's very funny, except for the fact that it involves French. And a pun. Are French puns more or less acceptable than English puns?
Me: That's a question I hoped never to ponder.

Moses Hogan Chorale

Bobby: They are the whitest black choir ever!

Job Security

Scott: It's printing upside-down on the back.
Me: Ah, yeah...remember yesterday when I showed you how to fix that?
Scott: You did it so fast, I didn't see what you did.
Me: That's how I maintain my value.

Douglas Coupland (Again)

Mike: I'm so glad he's working.
Me: ...elsewhere.
Mike: Yeah, the British can have totally him. Although he's running out of English-speaking countries. I guess Australia is next.
Me: Sure would be a shame if a shark got 'im. Yep. Damn shame.
Mike: I hear they got a whole lot of deadly poisonous reptiles and insects down there. Maybe we should book him on a tour of the Outback. Ya know, as a present.
Me: That's thoughtful, that is.
Mike: We're very appreciative of his work. Perhaps a bottle of raw-meat scented cologne would go nice as well.
Me: Or a big jar of honey and a big jar of ants.
Mike: The stinging is how they tell him they want to be his special friend.
Me: Venom = love. Remember that for Valentine's Day.
Mike: Here, honey, I got you this diamond...back!

Be Careful What You Wish For

Joel: Know why I'm so excited?
Me: No.
Joel: My daughter's looking at a house tonight, and it's three blocks from me.
Me: Man, you'll be babysitters for life.
Joel: I hope so!!!

If, Then

Me: You know why my feet hurt so much?
Greg: Why?
Me: Because I'm so friggin' fat.
Greg: Man, causality's a bitch.

(Revised)

Beth: I'm not dating these changes because it's still today.
Me: Then you need to time-stamp them.
Beth: Oh, shut up.

I Can't Win!

COL: Sarah!
Me: Hey, sir. Uh...my grad school application is due next Friday.
COL: Next Friday.
Me: When you're out of town. Have you had a chance to...
COL: Believe it or not, it's on my calendar: Sarah Recommendation, today, three o'clock.
Me: I believe it.
COL: Of course, I've bumped it back for three days straight...
Me: Well, I'm just going to not nag, then. *attempt to flee*
COL: Wait a minute, what's this leave form? Twenty-nine days?
Me: Uh...yes, sir.
COL: Where the hell are you going?
Me: Oh, gosh. Denmark, Sweden, Poland, Germany, Estonia, Russia...
COL: Okay, well, obviously, we need to see if...if we can live without you for that long.
Me: Oh, man! For the letter, I need you to think you can't survive without me, and for the leave form, I need you to think it's no big deal if I disappear for a month.
COL: Heh.

Purchase Order

Wally: Already with the Christmas music! Oy!

The Rambler

Doug: How much can I give you to erase that message I just left you?
Me: I haven't even listened to it.
Doug: Maybe it's not money that you want...
Me: See, now I have to listen to my voice mail. I was just going to let it ferment.
Doug: Oh, man. Let's just say I was sufficiently embarassed when I hung up the phone.

Level 1 Awareness Training

Mr. Laird: *walk through library*
Me: See, I was aware of that.
Mr. Laird: It's a good thing we trained you. I noticed the difference right away.

Drug of Choice

Me: All God's chillun love penicillin. Hey, that rhymes!
Greg: All God's chillun love insulillin.
Me: No, they don't.
Greg: But insulillin's the shiznillin!
Me: Shut up.

Criteria

Wally: It's a good day: I learned something.
Me: Hooray!
Wally: And not only that, I yelled at somebody, too!
Me: Hooray!

Anchors Aweigh, Barkeep!

Me: Hey, you know the B section of the Navy hymn?
Beth: No.
Me: Heave a ho there sailor, everybody drink up while you may
Heave a ho there sailor, for you're gonna sail at break of day
Drink away, drink away, for you sail at break of day, hey!
Beth: That's probably why we don't know it.
Me: You reckon?

A Choice

Me: Do you have something hip planned for the evening, or can you mop the kitchen floor?
Greg: Aw, man!
Me: Hey, you could've said you had something hip planned.
Greg: I have something hip planned.
Me: Yeah? What?
Greg: Uh...
Me: Think fast.

Joint Concert

COL: That'll be a nice tune to do down with Dallas. See if we can do some structural damage to their hall.
Me: Man, I remember doing 1812 with them, with six tubas pointed at my head.
COL: Who won?
Me: The tubas.

Protests

Mike: I oppose this war, and I have decided that I am going to eat a delicious, crispy Kit Kat for every day that it continues! Bring the troops home! *munch*
Me: Each of these Skittles represents an Afghan orphan!
Mike: This 7 day protest-cruise may appear to be a wonderful tropical vacation, but each morning at the buffet I weep for those brave Americans suffering from PTSD. And the number is constantly growing. Ooh, shrimp! I mean...*sob*
Me: Spa Sit-In Continues: organizers demand a pedicure to symbolize each amputee.
Mike: Today we stand together against the murder of animals for vanity, as we buy up all of these gorgeous, luxurious furs on sale for 50% off!
Me: We refuse all Chinese food until the brave people of Tibet are afforded their God-given freedom. Until then, sushi!
Mike: I will remain locked here in this luxury penthouse suite with only room-service to sustain me until the unlawfully imprisoned members of the Falun Gong are released.
Me: These brave men pledge to smoke a Cuban cigar every day until the prisoners at Guantanamo are released!

I miss all the good lines

Bill: If truth be told, I wouldn't mind wearing a skort.

Seating Arrangements

Juan: I wonder if they make the Republicans sit on the right, and the Democrats on the left.
Me: They probably mix them up so they can all glare at each other.
Juan: And fight over the armrests! "This is mine, damnit!"

...Page Two!

Steve: We shouldn't break between videntes and stellam.
Me: Having seen...*long pause*...the star...
John: Thank you, Paul Harvey.

Ah, Family Vacations

Dan: I told Debbie, "Don't ever make me do this again." I'm retired from spelunking. *pause* I'm also retired from riding a donkey.

What the Blue Lapel Pins Mean

Erica: They're on the blue shuttle bus.
Me: It's a radon detector.
Erica: They're having the veal.

This is what passes for humor around here

Clerk: Do you have a specific date you want the flag flown?
Retiree: I can pick a date? Tell 'em I want it on the fourth of July.
Both: *raucous laughter*