Subject to Change

I’ve mentioned once before that the world inside my head can be a strange and interesting place. I had a dream a few nights ago which proves my point. I’d like to describe it in detail because it was so vivid and odd, but I’m afraid of giving some sicko ideas. The dream involved a terrorist attack carried out without any weapons or explosives.

When I woke up I had a couple of thoughts:

1. I must need to get more sleep.
2. That could actually work. But, only a domestic crackpot would settle for something so bland.
3. How can I blog this without sounding nuts or attracting unwanted attention?

I just got this email:

The Auditor/Head of Department
Barclays Bank PLC,
London, E14 5HP. 

Dear friend,

Do accept my sincere apologies if my mail does not meet your personal
ethics. I will introduce myself as Mr.Jeff Johnson, One of our accounts
with holding balance of $9.600.000.00 USD has been dormant and has not
been operated for the past 4 years.

>From my investigations and confirmations, the owner of this account, a
foreigner died in July, 2004 and since then nobody has done anything as
regards the claiming of his money because he has no family members who are
aware of the existence of neither the account nor the funds. Also
Information from the National Immigration states that he was also single
on entry into London. I have secretly resolved to find a reliable foreign
partner to deal with. I thus propose to do business with you, to stand in
as the next of kin to effect the release of this fund after due process
has been followed.

This transaction is totally free of risk and troubles as the fund is
legitimate and does not originate from drug, money laundry, terrorism or
any other illegal act. On your indication of interest, please get back to
me through my email. Do include your Full names,Residential Address, your
direct telephone, mobile & fax numbers, so as to ease and anable prompt
commumuication.

Regards,

Mr.Jeff Johnson.

Suprisingly, it’s written fairly well and without many typos. This must be the real deal!

I’ve just spent a good part of the weekend recovering songs from an iPod after losing a hard drive. Thanks for writing crappy software, Apple!

I really ought to go into the iTunes recovery business. There’s probably tons of opportunity there.

Thank a serviceman or woman, even if they fought a war you didn’t like!

October (Breast Cancer Awareness Month) is over, which means all the fun pink gizmos should be going on clearance soon! We’ve attended the past four Susan G. Komen events in Milwaukee, so I’ll be on the lookout for fun accessories.

The only place I managed to find pink coconut snowballs was in Ohio. What gives?

My grandmother’s car has a “valet key.” It can open the car and start it, but won’t open the trunk. One would assume that you can safely lock your valuables in the trunk and hand over the valet key to someone. The folding back seats can only be released from the trunk, as well.

When I went to fill up the tank I noticed that there’s a trunk release right at the driver’s feet. Key or not, the trunk will open. This was mildly embarrassing because I had once gone into the office unshowered to get my spare key, when I thought my clothes were locked in the trunk.

So, can someone explain to me the purpose of this second, partly useless key?

Just got home from Ohio (for the last time!) and forgot that I turned the water heater off before we left. Oh, and I haven’t turned on the radiators, yet.

I’ll try to get back on the blogging after I swallow my testicles back into their proper place.

RIP

FYI: This isn’t really Fontaine, just a portrayal.

H/T: Deibert

So, they lasered off Michael Scofield’s tattoos.

Kelly pointed out that they must be sick of drawing them by now.

I, on the other hand, pointed out that the person responsible for continuity is now looking for a new job. 

And I agree with him, so long as the bully’s got no gang connections. Then it’s a whole new ballgame.

I remember the time I saw a bully crack. It was a very liberating moment.