October 25th, 2007

Joke

I ran across this joke recently and it reminded me how much I’ve always enjoyed it.

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy takes out his phone and calls the emergency services.

He gasps: “My friend is dead! What can I do?”

The operator says: “Calm down, I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.”

There is a silence, then a gunshot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says: “OK, now what?”

 

October 15th, 2007

Maybe It’s Just Me

I was riding in the car with a coworker the other day and I found out something that blew my mind.

On most car radios, there are six buttons that you can program to automatically go to your favorite radio stations. Some have more than that, but six is a sorta-standard. The FM band on radios goes from 87.8 to 108.0 here in the US, from left to right like you’d normally read ascending numbers.

Logically, then, if you’ve got six favorite stations, it makes complete sense to put them from left to right on your favorite buttons, lowest number on the far left, highest number on the far right. Right?

Apparently not to everyone. My coworker said, “Nuh uh. Your favorite station goes on the first button because it’s #1! Also, it’s closer to you [as the driver], so it’s easier to push.”

I could never bring myself to function in that way, but it got me wondering how many other people think like him. You know what that means… Poll time!

Please answer honestly, as this seemingly-simple poll could be the basis of someone’s life’s work on how people think.

October 12th, 2007

Notified

My apartment complex has recently come under new management. In the week since, I have received three letters from them, all taped to my front door. Whenever I see one of these upon arriving home, I check to make sure that other people have them, too, as I always suspect I’m being evicted: “Dear sir, the combination of your evil cat and your propensity to keep respectable hours has made you unfit for our complex and you are forthwith being asked to find another place of residence.”

Earlier this week the letter taped to the door said something about them repaving the parking lot, so I’d need to find another place to park on Friday and Saturday. This makes no sense to me. Why pave a parking lot on a weekend? Isn’t that the most likely time for people to need parking? And it’s not like there’s a plethora of parking in the area, either. I suspect that if I park in the Domino’s lot a half-mile away that I’ll get towed, and there aren’t too many other options.

Yesterday there was another letter and… well, I’m not too sure what it means:

During the beginning of the road resurfacing we found it needed extensive repairs. As of Friday October 12, 2007 you will need to move your car. the company working on the road will notify us when the cars need moved. Sorry for the inconvenience. We will notify you as soon as we are made aware of the date. [Minor detail deleted] Also we will be notifying you because we will be painting the doors soon.

That’s a direct quote. Any thoughts on this one? I thnk I’ve been notified, but apparently I will be notified again. I’m also not sure how I’ll know when the doors are painted, because I’m not sure where they’re going to leave the note.

I already didn’t like apartment living, and this isn’t helping.