The Stoic has dredged up a funny memory involving my own extinguished self. I'll let him tell you about it. (It's Number 3 in his "Eight Random Things" post.)
There is a sign on the wall in our cafeteria at work, above the table where the plastic forks and napkins are dispensed. It says, in a quite offensively nannyish tone, "2006: We used 16,345 napkins per day last year! That's right! Not per week, or per month! PER DAY! 2007: YOU DECIDE!"
In a place that feeds about 5,000 people a day, that works out to something like 3.269 napkins per person, an amount I don't find particularly unreasonable or wasteful. As a Person of Beard, I go through that many eating a cup of yogurt, keeping my mustache presentable.
So I am going to deface this sign. But I haven't decided on quite the proper wording, the mots justes.
I'm wavering between
I AM SO FUCKING SORRY!
OOPSIE! THAT WAS ME. SORRIES! (accompanied with a little sad-face emoticon).
What say you?
I was asked by my boss to do an assessment of Stumbleupon, a web tool that directs you to web sites that cater to the interests you declare while signing up to use the product. My employers are contemplating a somewhat similar concept.
I signed up, got the Stumbleupon browser toolbar, checked some boxes indicating some random interests -- you know, music, politics, golf, masturbation. That sort of thing.
Man, did I get hooked fast. I spent all of yesterday and most of this morning clicking "stumble...stumble...stumble...." Goddamned thing's practically psychic! Voodoo ESP! He'p me somebody! I's hip-mo-tized!
(Yeah, yeah, you've been using it since 2003...blah blah. I have a life that frequently doesn't involve the Internet in any way, shape or form -- imagine that!)
One of the first things I "stumbled" upon was The Official God FAQ. That was a giggle.