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Friday, March 25, 2005  

The Verbing Of America
Or, "Cookies: No Longer Just An Elite Snack."

"You can food bank them, Teresa. Poor people like cookies too."

Yaw!

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Thursday, March 24, 2005  

No moking In is Bui ding

At the new office:
Visitor: Pardon me. Where are the restrooms?
me: Go down this hall and turn right. Before you get to the stairs, go through the door labelled "NO SMOKING". Then down the hall and through the second "NO SMOKING" door on the right. After that, it's through the "NO SMOKING" door on your left.
Visitor: Thanks.
me: Not at all.

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Monday, March 21, 2005  

Irony Clad

You can't read or listen to any sort of mass media today without running into the name of Terri Schiavo in association with her very famous feeding tube.

(And, quite honestly, the term "feeding tube" just plain creeps me out.)

What you're likely to not read in association with any of these stories is that the unfortunate Ms. Schiavo's condition is a result of complications from bulemia.

It's so ironic it hurts.

posted by ben | 1:10 PM | (0) comments


Thursday, March 17, 2005  

Sucks To Be A Vampire Bat

It is being theorized that vampire bats are over-evolved because of their ability to run as well as fly, though their primary prey are cows.

I just think they're lazy.

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St. Paddy's Cake

"Where do you want to go?"
"How about the Elephant and Castle?"
"That's an English pub."
"So?"
"So it's St. Patrick's Day."

posted by ben | 8:21 AM | (0) comments


Wednesday, March 02, 2005  

...And Broadway Smiles With You

I saw in the back window of the number 7 on 10th E just past the Roanoke Tavern (where I last saw a college mate of mine who I hear occasionally on NPR giving reports from DC) a hand-drawn and colored sign advising me to, simply, smile.

And I did. Briefly.

Then I smiled again as I pictured the bus driver at the end of his shift reaching to remove it thinking it garbage, seeing what it says, hesitating for a moment, then leaving it there for another day.

posted by ben | 9:52 PM | (0) comments
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