Intracensor

The other day, at Corporate Choir rehearsal, I was listening to our director give us, well, direction, and I heard a hissing noise coming from the vent.

GDad: Is that [Pauses and does some calculations about the amount of funny in this statement.  There are about 30 people in the room.  Three of them might get the reference.  Of those three, one might think it's morbidly funny, and two will be offended enough to express their displeasure.  The rest of the statement is subvocalized instead of vocalized.] Zyklon-B?

Levio-SAAAA

I met someone yesterday whose last name is Wingard.

End of February - No, Wait!

It's a leap year!  Thanks, Julius Caesar!

How Old Am I

My hip is sore AND I have a zit on my face.  Grrr...

You Fail Botany!

Dear Set Designers for the Recent Episode of Merlin (Lamia),

The interior of your ancient abandoned castle set looked abandoned enough without having to grow green leafy vines in the dark passages and dungeons.  I know it was night time, but there were no windows, and there was a roof.  If at some point, your story mentions magical vines that grow in the dark, I will withdraw my criticism.

Otherwise, keep up the visually appealing, if mostly anachronistic, work.

Sincerely,
GDad Lastname

Help

I call for standardization of the spelling of the name Vicky/Vicki/Vickie/Vikki/Viki/Viccy/etc.

Worst Statement of the Day

I could totally get behind a Santorum-Brownback ticket.
[rim shot]

Zoomin

There is a commercial property at the end of my road that used to be the outlet for large trucks and RVs for one of the local automobile dealer royal families.  When things kind of went into the doldrums in the 2000s, the place shut down, and the inventory went over to the main campus about five miles away.  The property sat vacant for a while, but this week, a local motorcycle guy who had repaired bikes in his garage has gotten into the business world in a bigger way.

We just sent our bikes down for some maintenance, and made some new friends.  I wish him the best.

Dream Log - Wednesday

Gas prices shot up, over the course of an hour, to $7.50/gallon.  For some reason, I was stuck somewhere on the border of Maryland and Virginia, but not in Washington.  Night was falling, and the goofy townsfolk were going about their normal shenanigans.  There was one fellow who had a normal sized trunk and arms, but legs only about four inches long.  He was trying to dance an Irish jig.  He had on a green suit and hat, but he wasn't really a leprechaun.

Dream Log - Tuesday

A serial killer was posting riddles in public places.  If they were solved, the person would spare the victim.  If not, the victim was, indeed, a victim.  This was essentially a rehash of the third episode of the British teevee show Sherlock.