We have a highly original running joke at work. Our level of humor is so advanced that perhaps you cannot understand, but I will try to explain.
Person A says something, anything. Person B, if able, repeats what person A just stated, but prepends it with the phrase “Your mom”. Person A, or any other persons around, then rates Person B’s “Your mom” statement, with a level of “snaps”. A weak “Your mom” might earn a groan or a “SNA”. A particularly excellent “Your mom” gets an “Oooh! SNAP!”
We all have our own gimmicks. Jordan excels at ones that sound like innuendo. Alex is very good at noting when “Your mom” opportunities are missed. Me? My schtick is the “Your mom” that makes no sense, which is why the following e-mail exchange delighted me enough that I decided I would blog the exchange plus write three full paragraphs of backstory:
—–Original Message—–
From: Jordan
Sent: Thursday, July 28, 2005 10:01 AM
To: Leia
Subject: Traffic makes me sad.
I’m not even south of LBJ yet.
—–Original Message—–
From: Leia
To: Jordan
Sent: Thu Jul 28 11:01:19 2005
Subject: RE: Traffic makes me sad.
Your mom isn’t even south of LBJ yet.
—–Original Message—–
From: Jordan
Sent: Thursday, July 28, 2005 10:02 AM
To: Leia
Subject: Re: Traffic makes me sad.
Oooooooooooooooh. SNAP!!
All those o’s aren’t easy to type on a blackberry.
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Got in my car this morning to discover the ashtray on the floor. “Odd,” I thought to myself. Then it occurred to me that the thing wouldn’t just pop out. Someone had been in my car.
Checked the center console. Checked the glove compartment. CDs — gone. Earrings — gone. The change in the ashtray — gone.
Thankful that I’d taken the work laptop and ipod inside last night. Sometimes I’m lazy and it’s late and I know I won’t get on the computer, so I leave it in the car.
Called Matt, he’s my upstairs neighbor. His car was fine.
All I can think is that I must have left the doors unlocked. Matt was standing outside with Julie when I pulled up behind the building and I was chatting with them as I gathered my things from the car.
I’m not worried about the stuff (though they did take Damien Rice, the bastards). I’d be surprised if they could get more than $20 for it all.
What worries me the most is that someone was out behind our place last night, after midnight, checking our cars. Someone was in my car. Someone violated my space.
And that creeps me out.
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Another A, in what were some of the hardest five weeks of my life (work got crazy, school was hard, sleep was minimal).
In your face, Financial Aspects of Government!
Nine hours down, 33 more to go.
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My air conditioner hates me. It likes to zoom its unfortunately-electronic thermostat up to 88°, beeping at every degree change.
Several nights ago, it would only do it at 4am.
Now, it won’t stay set on the temperature I put it at for more than five minutes.
My apartment is so embarassingly dirty from my lack of being home for anything more than sleep or studying that I can’t yet tell my landlord about this issue.
Thank goodness Finance class ended tonight. Project turned in Tuesday. Final taken tonight. Fingers crossed for an A, but the B is more realistic.
It’s going to be a long night of thermostat changing and beeping. Darn electronics.
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For months, I’ve been amusing myself with the notion of a genre of movies that are romantic comedies whose storylines revolve around the romantic leads fighting zombies, calling it a “zom rom com”. A couple of weeks back, I was delighted when the Inwood Theater declared its midnight picture, Shaun of the Dead, a “rom zom com”:
If they’d thought it out, though, as I have, they wouldn’t have called it a “rom zom com”: nobody finds zombie romance amusing.
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Five years ago today, I started blogging. It wasn’t a great start. It was another month and a half before I posted anything again, but today is the day I celebrate my fifth anniversary of blogging.
In honor of this special occasion, I’ve restored the two months of posts that were missing. But, really, you weren’t missing much.
I also installed MTCloseComments, which shuts down old comment threads so spammers can’t post. This is a Good Thing.
Some statistics from the first five years of Random Thoughts from a Large Head:
- Total Posts: 1290
- Total Comments: 3005
- Visits since installing sitemeter: 160,292
- Friends Made: 200+
It’s the last stat for which I’m most grateful to this blog.
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