If you like the Gallery of Regrettable Food, you’ll like The Amazing Mackeral Pudding Plan. It’s a similar idea; truly scary recipes with color commentary. I’m not sure that anything I could say about it would have quite the effect of Finacé’s revelation after reading one of the captions, which was “There’s a whole category of friends I didn’t even know I was missing—people who know what bong water looks like.”
A: Good morning! I’ve ordered a new mouse for my PC, and left your name as the backup person to contact if I’m not here. Thanks!
B: Should I put out a piece of cheese so it can find its way here?
A: I don’t know about you, but this place is such a maze that even when I smell the cheese, I never find it. I’m beginning to think it’s just cheese-scented air freshener.
B: More than likely. The first one to find the cheese is allowed to escape. I think.
A: I thought that the first person to find the cheese dropped through a trapdoor into oblivion, as an example to others. 
One of these days, remind me to tell you the story about the researcher who decided to study whether rats are smarter than graduate students.
B: I will definitely want to hear that story, but it scares me to think the researcher found out the rats may have been smarter.
A: So, the short version is that, after a night in a bar debating with a colleague, a researcher designed an experiment that proceeded thusly:
(Editor’s note: possibly apocryphal, but funny nonethless)
Two identical mazes were built; one rat-sized, one graduate-student-sized. At the end of the rat-sized maze was a piece of cheese (or maybe a blob of peanut butter; I forget). At the end of the human-sized maze was a $5 bill.
For the first phase of the experiment, there was always a reward at the end. In the second phase of the experiment, there was only a reward intermittently. In the third phase, the researcher gradually decreased the frequency of the reward, until after a while, there was no reward.
The researcher found that after the reward had been gone for a while, the rats quit running the maze. The graduate students, however, continued to run the maze in hope of a reward.
Personally, my conclusion is that the rats had better food, housing, working conditions, and possibly better stipends than the grad students.
A: There’s stuff out there that’s completely incomplete.
A: I smell sulfur.
B: Who had brimstone for lunch?
MPOW has a new wellness program for its employees. I’m on board, setting the example for my team and trying to encourage participation. This week, they handed us pedometers, divided us into teams, and started a competition. Each person gets points for a certain amount of exercise, including one point for every 5000 steps.
One of my teammates shared this with us today:
So, I’m awake in the middle of the night last night and I hear a *skritch, click, click, jiggle, click, click, click, click.* My cat was doing some exercise for me with my pedometer still on my belt from yesterday. I don’t know how many miles she did, but she might have lapped me.
That’s our secret weapon right there, I tell you. Four of the five of us have cats, and I have two. All we have to do is put the pedometers on the cats every night, and this thing is in the bag.
A: “BEIJING–Chopped cardboard, softened with an industrial chemical and made tasty with pork flavouring, is a main ingredient in batches of steamed buns sold in one Beijing neighbourhood, state television said. Squares of cardboard picked from the ground are first soaked to a pulp in a plastic basin of caustic soda (a chemical base commonly used in manufacturing paper and soap) then chopped into tiny morsels with a cleaver. Fatty pork and powdered seasoning are stirred in.”
Me: And right now, the Texas State Fair is figuring out how to deep-fry it and put it on a stick.
B: Considering the cardboard, it probably has more nutritional value than most things they deep fry and put on a stick.
C: As long as it’s not in transfatty oil, what’s the problem?
When I heard that residents of our county should expect a double-digit percent increase in our property taxes, I braced myself. However, nothing could prepare me for a 90% increase in property taxes.
After picking my jaw up off the floor, I discovered that the Township Assessor’s office seems to think that my house is worth slightly less than twice what it was appraised for five years ago. Again with the jaw on the floor.
I wish.
And there is, and it’s good. That means we have an actual date for the festivities, too. Today’s been a very productive day, in fact, as I also got my dress ordered.
With those two tasks out of the way, I can start lining up the other tasks and knocking them out in a more leisurely fashion.
Quit laughing.
I’m hoping that if I say it enough times, I’ll believe it.
I was terribly sad to hear that the Ugly Wedding Dress of the Day website is no more, but a slice of it lives on.
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