Mun Mun ponders

If Weird Al Yankovic had been born German, would all his lyrics be about poop rather than food?

Best reference question this week

A man came up to the desk yesterday and said, "I want books on hacking...because I'm going to be hacking the Martians." I proceeded to read him the titles of books on network security from our library catalog and he shushed me. I guess they were listening.

Misadventures

Mun Mun has never tried cocaine, but Mun Mun thinks she'd like to one day. I'll probably wait until I retire though. Remind me after 65.

Mun Mun has not had much success with illicit drug use. The first and last time Mun Mun tried to take a bong hit, she immediately threw up into her hands.

Mun Mun is real smooth.

Latest baby nightmare

Killer bee attack this time. Thankfully TK woke me up after weakly shouting, "Help, help!" in my sleep.

I love MacDougal's new ice coffees - synthesized goodness

In the movie, Time After Time, H.G. Wells travels with a time machine into the future where he ends up eating at MacDonalds. However, he refers to the fast food joint as "that Scottish place," "MacDougals." So, I like to call it MacDougal's as well. Won't you do the same?

Samurai Sam's register

Confidential to the flirty African-American gent manning a fast food counter in the Arco plaza

When you offered light or dark meat, my selection of dark meat wasn't code for "...like my men." I merely like to choose the least healthy option possible.

(Nothing against men of color, but I AM wearing a wedding ring) Hee hee.

Like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic

The other day a man came into the library looking for an issue of Popular Woodworking that had an article with the exact specifications of the actual deck chairs on the Titanic. It didn't occur to me until later that there is a commonly used simile "like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic" to describe a hair-brained or fruitless attempt at improving a situation.

I guess those editors at Popular Woodworking have a sense of humor.

Gregnog

I discovered this cartoonist Greg Nog through a funny Uncle Shelby-esque Metafilter post he did. I really like his comics about working at the Olive Garden.

Baby digs it: she's an angel

When I was pregnant, TK and I watched a documentary about the band, They Might Be Giants, and I thought the baby started dancing in the womb. Now she's 4 months old and she still really responds to their music.

Chub

I took my baby to a party the other day and this woman had a cute nickname for those Michelin-man like extra baby upper-thigh creases. Damn, what was it?