A friendly note…

To the gentleman on the sixth floor who prefers to use the middle urinal:

  1. Given the choice of three available urinals, why do you use the middle one? Do you really like standing shoulder-to-shoulder when you pee?
  2. Next time you go to the loo, please step forward another four inches because you’re leaving a disgusting puddle on the floor. I’d expect better aim from a drunk, one-armed chimp with an inner-ear disorder.

That is all.

Contest entry by Purple Fish

Well, Purple Fish has taken the “Captain’s log” to a… um… whole new level. Put your cheeks together for the latest entry in the First Annual Endofline.ca Hyper-Intelligent Space-Penguins’ Choice Blogiversary Contest!

Untitled script by Purple Fish

Bonus points for a gratuitous reference to Mr Flibble.

2010

It looks like the IOC has decided to send the 2010 Winter Olympics our way. There are currently guys driving cars up and down Robson Street shouting woooooOOOOOOOOooooo. (I included the doppler effect for added realism.)

I hope they keep in mind there’s a scheduling conflict in 2010. According to Arthur C. Clarke, that’s the year that we send Roy Schieder and John Lithgow to Jupiter, where they make contact with a monolith. After Jupiter collapses, we’ll end up with a new sun, which will make the climate too warm for winter sports.

I really wish people would consider such things. Well I wish them the best, and I hope that not too many low-income families will be forced from their homes, and I hope that the new Olympic facilities won’t destroy too many pristine mountainsides.

It’s Monday… no, wait… Tuesday!

After a day in the warm summer sun, we’re all back at the cube farm. It feels just like Monday.

But that’s not good, is it? I feel better about being here than a regular Monday. So it’s more like Tuesday. But by Friday, it will feel just like Thursday, and I’ll be completely thrown for a loop when Saturday rolls around and I’m at home, feeling like it’s Friday.

I’ll have to think about this for a while.