While waiting for my Marlene Carpenter frozen lunch to cool and congeal, I walked from room to room and made a note of the time displayed on our various clocks.
And here’s the hard-hitting report:
my nightstand: 12:04
Toney’s nightstand: 12:04
upstairs bathroom: 4:50
living room mantel: 12:07
microwave in kitchen: 12:06
downstairs bathroom: 11:26
DVR in family room: 12:08
What’s the story with clocks in baffrooms? As you can see in my extensive research, both are letting us down in a big way. I’m fairly certain the downstairs bathroom is showing 11:26 PM, and not AM. Possibly a PM from a couple of days ago.
Does the humidity of the showers play havoc with the inner workings, or something? Or maybe it’s the rich tapestry of aromas in there? I simply don’t know.
Surf Report Rule of Thumb: After researching an illness or abnormality at WedMD, you will be convinced it’s cancer. Even if the problem has something to do with ingrown toenails, or earwax.
Here are some more things that are true.
I have a feeling we’ll be having “visitors” over the coming weekend. The eBay packages are starting to pile up, and that’s an indication we’ll be seeing Eninen soon, very soon.
Some people can predict weather via joint pain, but I can predict Nossy in our living room by the number of UPS trucks that have visited our home recently.
It’s all LEGO, and at least semi-expensive. Nancy spends tons of money on that crap, and all of it comes here — to avoid postage costs to Canada. We’re Nancy’s personal LEGO mail-drop.
I’m thinking the wind-up car will be pulling into our driveway on Saturday afternoon. We’ll see how good of a predictor I am… Pass the yogurt balls.
It was originally released as a “gift” to his loyal Japanese fans, but I think it finally made it to U.S. record stores as well. In any case, it’s power pop perfection, and I’m loving it.
I also grabbed this old fave, a few days ago. Oh yeah.
Now I have a follow-up to a story that dates all the way back to 2002… Sometimes it takes a while, but we usually get to the bottom of things around here.
Back in the early days of this site I mentioned in passing that I’d encountered Wendy’s restaurants in the South, with the “Wendy” on the signage adjusted to match local demographics. In short: I’d seen several black Wendys.
I can’t remember all the details, but think some of you challenged my memory or truthfulness, and said it couldn’t possibly be true. I ended up writing Wendy’s corporate about it, and received a reply — denying everything, of course.
Well, check this out: Black Wendy is NOT a myth! CitizenX has brought the proof, and it sure doesn’t look ‘shopped to me. And so, seven years later, I told you so.
Ahhh, that feels so good….
Today’s my Friday, and the big outsize weekend will begin at 1:30 AM. Or, as the upstairs bathroom calls it, 7:48. Oh, there’s electricity in the air, my friends.
I’ll leave you now with a simple Question of the Day. Have you ever known a Brian? If so, tell us about him. Use the comments section to let loose of all your pent-up Brian emotions. Do you like your Brian(s), or is he irritating in some way? We need to get a handle on it, and quick.
And that’s all I have time for today, boys and girls.
I’ll be back tomorrow.