So. Returning from lunch, as I drove by the KFC/Taco Bell our burg is privileged to have, I noticed the three US Postal Service delivery trucks parked next to one another near the entrance. And the thought that ran through my head was:
“I’m glad they have to stay in those trucks to deliver the mail.”
(See, because it’s Taco Bell, right? And Taco Bell serves…oh, never mind.)
Tag: fun
Wishing a joyous and loving birthday for you, my friend. As I stated in my comment to your post, I shall celebrate with some Lost And Found and by starting This Beautiful Mess.
See you at lunch. 😀
“Paris Hilton Magazine – Resourceful Customer Service Representative”
Here’s a couple of amusing bits (beyond the fact that Paris is using daddy’s millions to start yet another meaningless “fashion” magazine):
- Process orders that come from the internet, mail, and phone calls for paris hilton.
- Data base upkeep for paris hilton trend.
- Reply paris hilton to customer emails.
Gosh, atrociously bad grammar aside, it sounds like you’ll be working side by side with Ms. Hilton herself, doesn’t it?!?! Oh! Joy of my heart, be still!
In response, I shall employ 1980s Valley Girl linguistics: like, gag me with a spoon.
“What’s this?”
“Viewer mail.”
“It’s been opened.”
“I pay Suzanne an extra five dollars a week to check our mail for anthrax.”
Dialogue like this is why I watch Studio 60. And don’t we all wish we could be so clever with the snappy talk in real life?
And wouldn’t you know Comedy Central’s got it running on and off throughout the day. It’s one of those movies I can watch any time, so why not on the day it celebrates?
As Chris said when he pinged me via IM, “Someone’s going to get a PhD out of this.”
Kudos to the gang at Feedburner for the gratuitous usage of Star Wars references in their Hackathon post. My favorite:
Traveling through stats ain’t like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through an aggregator or bounce too close to a subscriber and that’d end your trip real quick, wouldn’t it?
I don’t recall Steve Jobs talking about this new product during the Macworld Expo keynote.
Scott McNulty noted Tweet in his Twitter feed as well as on TUAW. I downloaded Ted Leung’s Growl-modified version of Coda Hale’s script. Coda has good installation and usage instructions in the original Tweet script, which you can use if you don’t care about Growl support.
Tweet combines the power of AppleScript with that of Quicksilver (you are using Quicksilver, aren’t you?) to make posting to your Twitter account easier and faster than ever. Sorry, Windows users, but all of this, except the Twitter service itself, is Mac-only.
I was going to blog about this yesterday, until I got slammed with the norovirus, aka, the stomach flu.
My beautiful bride had Monday off (if the stock market’s closed, her office is closed), so we did some shopping, sans little phisch, and decided to take in a movie. I wasn’t in the mood for anything too serious, and the movie I really did want to see, Eragon (great book), has all but disappeared from most theaters. So we decided on the Ben Stiller vehicle, Night at the Museum.
We at the phischbowl heartily recommend Night at the Museum. It’s wholesome fun for the entire family, and you may even learn a thing or two. (Regarding the “entire family” bit: I wouldn’t take my three year-old, mostly because he’d probably be bored, but I can see my friend’s second-grader thoroughly enjoying the film.)
Ben Stiller is, well, Ben Stiller, though not in a goofy Zoolander sort of way, more like in an Along Came Polly or Meet the Parents sort of way. Robin Williams is great as Teddy Roosevelt, though not in the usual obnoxious Robin Williams sort of way. I thought Steve Coogan was very amusing as Octavius, and a great foil for the uncredited Owen Wilson’s Jedediah. Dick Van Dyke, Mickey Rooney, and Bill Cobbs are great as the three retiring security guards Stiller’s Larry Daley is taking over for.
One hint: don’t leave immediately when the credits roll; there will be two more scenes within the credits you don’t want to miss.