Thanks to djl, I now know that my home state has an official song. It’s got an old timey polka feel to it, kind of like Here Come the Yankees. Only thing is, I can’t read any of the story because of that bizarre font effect they’re using.
Not exactly quality planning
I’ve never taken down a terrorist. I’ve never saved a group of people. But I’m pretty sure I could have come up with a better plan than the eggheads at CTU.
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Just when everything was fine and dandy
The first Lost of February sweeps!
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Not much to say
If you’re asking me (and you probably haven’t) tonight’s episode of 24 was solid, yet unspectacular. I really don’t have that much to say.
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The name is Tom. King Tom.
An open letter to the producers of the James Bond franchise:
Word on the street is that you’re starting production on the next James Bond movie, Casino Royale (v2) and you haven’t yet cast the Bond villian.
Well, allow myself to submit myself for consideration. I know you’re saying “Who is this King Tom jackass?” Well, you don’t need to know the details. But I can tell you that I would be the best Bond foe since Telly Savalas. Continue reading “The name is Tom. King Tom.”
Ask a stupid question
One of the things I do where I work is answer or forward on questions addressed to our generic e-mail address. Most of the e-mails need to be sent to one of our divisions, I field a handful of the questions, and the rest are either too bizarre or just angry e-mails that don’t warrant a response.
If I could, I would answer the ones that fell into the last category. But if I answered them in the way I wanted to, I’d probably get fired. Case in point- one e-mail I recently received:
My adult son has moved to another state. How do I fix this?
That’s it. That’s all it said. I wanted to respond: “Hire a bounty hunter. I hear Boba Fett is cheap.”
But I didn’t.
How would you respond?
Trading Places
In an e-mail exchange earlier today, I was talking with my associate Don about 24 and Lost (some spoilers for both shows may follow)
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What, you didn’t think it’d end there?
The one little thing that bugs me about 24: There is no 12:00 p.m. There is also no 12:00 a.m. There’s either 12 midnight or 12 noon. At least twice a season, Jack Bauer bugs me.
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At least it’s just a loan
Earlier in the week, the State of Ohio agreed to give the Donatos “pizza” company a $2.9 million dollar loan to research quicker-rising pizza dough or something like that.
Now for those of you who aren’t from Columbus, take some ketchup, some white American cheese and a stale cracker, and you have a Donatos pizza. Honestly, it’s right up there with beef tounge as the worst thing I’ve ever eaten and the fact that they call it pizza pisses me off (they don’t slice it the right way, they don’t use the right kind of cheese and I’ve written term papers thicker than a Donatos pizza). There are only two good pizza places in Columbus (that I’ve been to), and Donatos definitely isn’t one of them.
Just a junkie with a monkey
A very dramatic episode of Lost that didn’t do much for me.
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