New Yorker Phone Etiquette Strange phone calls keep coming to my hotel room. One caller claimed to be the FBI; another insisted that if this were a Marriott I'd answer the phone differently. There isn't a lot of trust going on here.
Let's go Fly a Kite A stranger called insisting I was a kite-flying expert who owned a film company, courtesy of a referral from someone I'd never met. Years later it finally occurred to me to track him down. Turns out it was a Kurtis, with a K.
MadWorld I just mailed a copy of MadWorld to a friend whose Wii experience so far runs to tennis and bowling. He won't know until Tuesday. I'm expecting a phone call, probably from his wife.
Disturbing Easily the most disturbing logo I have ever seen: SQLFairy. He has nice calf definition though. I'll give him that.
Having no better place... Having no better place to store these jokes, I'll commit them to my blog. A lost balloonist, a SQL query that walks up to two tables, and the object-oriented way to become wealthy. Inheritance.
Crocs I didn't know I was looking for the perfect quote about Crocs until I found it: "When I see someone wearing Crocs, I immediately know we have nothing in common." It conveys my thoughts exactly.
Grocery Store I went to the grocery store for toilet paper. Supplies at home are at crisis levels. I returned with mango juice, four apples, and a half gallon of milk. No toilet paper. I'm going to try again today.
Blood The NY blood people called for another donation, so I went in. After a recent high-altitude trip I expected an interesting red blood cell count, not to be turned away: my blood pressure, normally 120/60, read 102/40. Healthy as a horse, they said, but no.
Overconfidence A modern dance performance pushed me to the brink of uncontrollable laughter. I took a high-interest loan off my future self-control reserves just to keep it together. Poetry recitation while dancing was more than I could take.