Thursday, February 22, 2007
Groundbreaking Research at Ransom Note Typography HQ
In a continuing effort to scam receive government grants, we have started the Ransom Note Typography Research Lab.
Our first foray into Big Question Answer Finding Out er… stuff:
Which Household Items Will Conduct Electricity?
Yes, Intarweb people, it’s Science Fair time in the third grade. A time of great fear and loathing for many area parents. It’s that time when a kid pops up after dinner and says, “I have a Science Fair project due tomorrow” and you as the parent have to throw something together on mold or spores or house paint using only toothpicks and used dryer sheets before morning.
But not this year! Our boy Jonah was on top of that stuff. He brought home all the materials and decided what he wanted to do weeks ago. What’s up with that? I think he’s gunning for something… like a present or something.
Currently, he is fascinated by electricity, in much the same way that his older brother was/is drawn to fire/explosions/mass destruction.
I’m more than a little worried about this trend.
Anyway, though some us did have to sneak into work late at night to use precious company resources (i.e., the color copier), we managed to pull the whole thing off pretty well.
Turns out:
Aluminum foil conducts electricity quite well.
While a dish rag… not so much:
Now, where is my grant money check? Look, I know it’s not curing cancer, but come on, did YOU know that about dishcloths?
Didn’t think so.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
So Very Over This Phase
After a little over a month, over 1200 photos, a homemade movie, one person violently physically ill after viewing (sorry about that!) and more than a few requests to take the stuff down, I have acquiesced. The quote from my lovely wife probably sums it up best, “Jon, it’s just kind of dumb.”
Point taken.
My iSight camera at work no longer takes photos of me every 15 minutes and uploads the photos to my flickr account.
[Cue sonorous finale and “there was much rejoicing” type music]
I had kind of forgotten about it and knocked it over so it was taking photos like this one:
Yeah, that’s just dumb, people. Even I know that.
Though every now and then I’d remember it was doing its thing every quarter hour and in a panic, go back and peruse the photos in case I’d been doing something socially unacceptable, like you know… booger harvesting… or something.
Thankfully, none of those. But plenty of this:
“Please . . . great gods of Design, don’t let Illustrator crash on this file again.”
I think the last one is particularly ripe for captioning. I’ll start. “The reaction when one first sees the goatse guy” Eww.
So yeah, done with that. Though the coding/geek exercise setting the whole thing up was very fun in a “no wonder I never dated much"-heavy-body-odor-and-Cheet-o-stained-fingers kind of way.
Plus, sometimes a man needs to hoover out his schnozz without the whole intarweb peeking in.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Worker’s Comp Claim Exhibit #1
I was picking up a stack of papers and I got a paper cut on my right point-y finger. The paper sliced right underneath my fingernail. (Holy crap does THAT hurt, by the way.)
I’m having a hard time using my mouse. That finger is CRUCIAL to my work! I can’t click and drag nearly as well. Double-clicking is excruciating! Oh, the pain!
What?
It’s possible…
Monday, February 19, 2007
Overheard While Playing Candyland Last Night
“Curse You, Grandma Peanut!”
“Double Purple! YES! IN YOUR FACE!”
“No, I’m the green guy! If you touch my dude again, I will kill you.”
“I saw you move your guy, you cheater! I’m going to cut your fingers off you if you do that again.”
“Lose a turn! You are a LOSER, you big losing, lose-y McLoser face with all the LOSING.”
“IT’S YOUR TURN, WILL YOU PICK A CARD, ALREADY!”
“Stop taunting him, isn’t it bad enough that he’s a loser?” Turn to look at the boy in question, “Right, loser?”
“Yes! Yes! “YES! I am the winner!” (this had an accompanying victory dance. There was much booty wagging as well.)
Remember, it’s not a night of fun at the Deal Family Compound until three of the following criteria have been met:
Tears
At least two separate people shouting, “YOU SUCK!”
Bloodshed (bonus if this happens while people are trying to pick their tokens before the game commences)
Accusations of cheating
Cards thrown in anger and/or disgust
Verbal taunting of the loser(s)
Promises “to NEVER to play with you again!”
Friday, February 16, 2007
Haircut 100
Ellis has been bugging us for a while to get her hair cut. We don’t know why and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t either. I’m also quite confident that she really just wanted to sit in the chair and have somebody fawn over her, little diva that she is.
She also insisted that she wanted bangs. No one knows where she learned that word. And as you can see from some of the photos below, she also felt the need to do some dancin’, twirlin’ and “ta-da’ing” after she got her bob.
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- We Regret the Error
- Letters from a Homeowner to His General Contractor
- What I Did There
- Hermaphrodite Administrative Assistants and Receptionists Need Not Apply
- Giving Me an IM Account Was Obviously a Huge Mistake
- Official Ransom Note Typography Vista vs. Mac OS X Shootout
- I Need a Real Hobby
- Beat Down
- Big Fat Lies
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- Now MY Ovaries Hurt
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- Disturbing Trend
- Had to do it
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- Ransom Note Typography End User License Agreement “EULA”
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