Today’s Get Fuzzy laid me out helpless on the floor… just go there and look at it and tell me that Bucky’s ear jammed up against the phone isn’t the funniest thing you’ve seen all day. And for the record, “Tricky Woo” was the name of Mrs. Pumphrey’s overfed, overindulged Peke in the “All Creatures Great And Small” books. Darby Conley’s playing homage to a different kind of funny animal story with the name. And she was a he, for the record. The other thing he was well known for, besides being horribly fat and out of condition, was for…

Thursdays. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. It’s been one of those weeks thus far – my team leader was out sick all of Monday and Tuesday, which put me in the “acting team leader” hotseat. I don’t do much other than walk past her desk to check the call-monitoring display to see if anyone needs a reminder to go on break or to lunch in order to adhere more closely to their schedule. It’s a benign way of checking up on people, but soulless and somewhat degrading to have your entire worklife revolve around your ability to…

Yeah, it’s Green Day in America, as in “wearin’ o’ the.” The resident Irish lass on the team, who has red hair and has an Irish surname AND maiden name (and was married at Old St Pat’s, a Chicago landmark) is wearing o’ the green. Various people who aren’t Irish are a wearin’ o’ the green. Since we’re at work, nobody has started in on the pukin’ o’ the green, but it’s early yet.

One of my team members is somewhat psychotic about decorating for holidays. Actually, we used to have several such – the sort of folks who go overboard buying the latest giant illuminated inflatable Santas at Christmas, who buy up half Walmart in their quest to get a good deal on dancing hamsters dressed as Elvis, singing fish, and anything that lights up and is shiny (they’re kind of like the magpies of kitsch, really). Anyway, the one psycho Person of Questionable Taste decided we needed something for the holiday doldrums; ie., that period between Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day.…

I realized that I was completely out of funny, after reading today’s news, so I stepped out to Fanatical Apathy to get some. That’s better. Adam’s on his much-delayed honeymoon (or is hiding out from fanatically apathetic fans on a tropical island with his better half)((he reports that his marriage is also just fine after thousands of gay weddings in the last month)). And now, bedtime. (not as cool as Pepys’ signoff, but it’ll have to do)

Dolor y tristeza para Madrid. Amor y espera a Madrid. Todo el mundo contigo, Madrid. No puedo decirlo in Espanol, puedo la palabra en Italiano es: “Coraggio.”

Has anyone ever sat down with a terrorist and asked them “why?” What was the answer? How could anything so horrific as bombing commuter trains, or blowing up embassies, or shooting children in the back from a safe distance possibly be justified? Maybe Danny Pearl tried, and look what happened to him. How could acts of carnage be for the glory of God, or the glory of one’s homeland, or the glory of political ideology? It’s not glory at all, but infamy. The world turns its attention, briefly, to this tragedy. Unfortunately, the entire planet is afflicted with ADD and…

When things get stressful at work, repeat Mooch’s mantra: “Little Pink Sock, little pink sock.” I don’t know why I find this so soothing, but when it’s little pink sock day at Muttscomics, I’ll forget my troubles and be the kitty for a moment with my beloved l’il pink sock. I’ll even sing it under my breath. Be the kitty. Mmmm. It helps to keep my head from exploding. For example, today’s the first day that just about everyone on my team at work is using Lotus Notes for email instead of a web-based email package. I hated the former…

Don’t blink, or you’ll miss something funny inBootBlog: Thai Pants. Check out that first comment. Heh. And this blog is from Oregon, so bung it in the blogroll.