Consolidated Plastics

I got a catalog from "Consolidated Plastics" in the mail at work. It was addressed to "Jeff McClung: Developer". I don't know what kind of developer they think I am, but they apparently also think I am a mass plastics consumer. Or possibly a distributer. It's a little hard to tell. The part that really caught my eye was the "Unique and hard to find" tagline. Unique? Really? Let's take a look.

Spray bottles! Totally unique. You've never seen anything like it!

Paint buckets! Zip ties! And a ... baking dish? Tell me that's not a baking dish.

OK, I admit I'm a little fuzzy on this one. Looks like a nice utility for the spare bathroom. You know, for guests you hate.

Now *this* is unique. I've never seen golf tees like this before.

If anybody needs obscene quantities of Ziplock knockoffs (1000 per box), let me know. I can hook you up.

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The Portal

I made a web page at work. It's what I do, more or less. I sent the page off to several co-workers to get their approval.

Web Ninja was quick to give me his feedback. The email exchange went something like this:

"Shift-Tab" will pop you back over to the wardrobe

I'll cut the cake...

Web Ninja
Well, when I tried to access it, it opened a door to a magical realm. I saw a snowy forest and a lamp post.

Good going, the website now leads to Narnia.

Jeff
Excellent. I can live with that. :)

Web Ninja
Actually, that would rock if it were true.

"What are all those fauns, dryads and nymphs doing in the break room?"

"Oh, just eating popcorn."

Jeff
The White Witch makes an awesome dessert tray. You have to physically ward off her amorous advances, but the turkish delight is worth it.

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Re-Title'd

I have a nameplate on my cubical wall. It used to read, "Jeff McClung - Sr. Web Developer".

It's a nice title, but I decided that it no longer accurately describes my position at the company. Oh sure, I occasionally sling some code, but more often than not my considerable talents are channeled in a different direction.

I decided to re-title myself. I figured it would make it easier to fulfill my role with the company if I eliminated the ambiguity.

My nameplate now reads "Jeff McClung - Panic Participation Services".

I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?

I also made one for OoRah. His nameplate now reads "OoRah - Front Toward Enemy".

I put it up on his cubical wall without telling him. I wonder how long it'll be before he notices? :)

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A Discussion Regarding Clubs With Nails In

In the blog comments for "Punch Drunk", V had this to say about about the "wood club with a nail in it":

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V: (gasp) You mean, not everyone has a wooden club with nails in? I thought that was standard equipment.

Now that I know it's all special and stuff, I'm going to take mine to the grinder and put a fresh point on all the nails.

Jeff: ROFL

"a fresh point on all the nails"

I have a most excellent mental pic of you standing at a grinder with your club o'nails, humming happily. There's a blacksmith's fire in the background with a tea kettle, of course.
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V accused me of peeking in her window. I guess I hit pretty close to home.

Later, V and I were discussing something unrelated, but the conversation came back around to spiked clubs:

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Jeff: Truly, my glass is half full. Well. Maybe 1/3 full. Definitely at least 3/16ths full.

V: Are you sure it's even your glass?

Jeff: No.

V: There's your problem. Somone pinched your glass and drank it dry.

Jeff: Likely.

V: You should get a club with nails in and teach them a lesson. When people know you have one, they become all sorts of nice and concilatory.

Of course, a good solid club *without* nails can have a similar effect, and with your handy man skills, you wouldn't have to worry about killing yourself with the grinder.

Some people swear by rusty nails. Me, I think they should be clean, shiny and super sharp. That way you get the light reflecting off the points, dancing in little spots across their face. It's like having a scope without the red dot and the extra weight on the club.

Jeff: I love how much careful thought you put into your acts of violence. You are a true artisan.

V: Thank you.

Well, of course I was going to compliment her after all that. She's got a club, and takes great joy in using it.

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The Old Land Line

Big Dawg, OoRah and I were discussing cell phones. Big Dawg theorized that Land Lines wouldn't completely go away until cell phones have the ability to have more than one phone number attached to them.

Twice as nice, yo!

"They could have different ring tones," he explained. "Then you'd know, 'Oh, that one is my land line.' It could be the generic family number, but then everybody would have their own personal number as well."

I pondered this. "I hope that when that day comes, the name 'Land Line' sticks. Then, generations from now if you ask a kid 'Why is it called a land line?', he'll shrug and say, 'I dunno... it just is.'"

Big Dawg grinned. "They'll come up with wild ideas, like maybe the signal for the family number runs underground instead of through the air."

OoRah contributed. "The signal has to come up through your shoes, which is why you can't wear anything with rubber soles."

Please sir... I've no where else to go...

I put a hand up to my ear as if I was on the phone, and started jumping up and down. "Sorry, there's a lot of static on this line."

After the laughter died down, OoRah shared a bonus story. He's got a land line, but only telemarketers ever call it. He's trained his littlest daughter (5-ish) to pick up that phone when it rings and say, "I'm sorry, but we don't want any squirrels today." Then she hangs up.

I love it.

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Imaginary Car

Today's story comes courtesy of LadyPatsFan's daughter Giggles.

LadyPatsFan was roaming the city with Giggles in tow. They left a school office after signing up for one of the events, and on her way out LadyPatsFan picked up parking permit.

I can see it... can't you?

As they walked out the door LadyPatsFan looked down and saw that Giggles had picked up a permit also. She asked, "Is that for Daddy's car?"

"No," Giggles replied. "It's for mine!"

LadyPatsFan grinned, knowing this was going to be cute. "Oh, you have a car?"

"Yeah, I've got an imaginary car but I hate it."

Even LadyPatsFan's fine-tuned maternal instincts wasn't expecting anything quite that good. "You hate it? Why?"

Giggles shrugged. "'cause it's red with pink polka dots."

I guess it's so expensive to get an imaginary car repainted, sometimes you just have to roll with what you've got.

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Some Kind Of Friday

Last week my wife posted on her Facebook wall:

"Thankful Thursday: What are you thankful for today?"

I was really thankful to have a day off work that Friday. Since "Thankful Thursday" started with two T's, I figured I could inject some humor if I used two F's.

"So, ..." I pondered, "What is a good F-word I can use to describe Friday?"

*cough*

Oops. So yeah, once I thought "F-word" in my mind, it was really hard to think of something other than *that* word. It took nearly 10 minutes to come up with, "I'm thankful tomorrow is Fa-la-la Friday."

It wound up being such a lame joke that I'm inspired to try again today.


Today, I may or may not be thankful that it is Fallaciousness Friday.

I'm so glad that today is Fat Friday!

Everybody celebrate Festering Friday!

You WILL enjoy Forceful Friday.

Bask in the glory that is F. Scott Fitzgerald Friday.

I pity the Foolish Friday.

Quick! It's Frenzy Friday!

Typical. Another Fruity Friday.

I loves me some Flip-ity-doo-dah Friday!

Hide the women and children! It's False Foxglove Friday!


What about you? What kind of Friday is it for you?

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