The Isle of Marm

*Great Moments in Floundering Adulthood*
Inadvertently threw away the springy toilet paper roll holding device. On the same day that trash was taken to dumpster. Have settled on an amusing #2 workaround.

(It is a #2 pencil: this is not particularly amusing in most languages, but it has led to enough chuckling that the purchase of a replacement STPRHD may be…postponed for the week.)

“Dawn represents the past, noon the present and night the future.”

I am a little uncomfortable right now with how much I like this guy’s graphical additions to wikipedia. However, based on the number of bull-fighter images he’s added, I’m thinking he might be a little less into ladies and more into…YES, I’M STILL NOT WORKING…pokémon.

(ed.: Including the 2nd person plural as not just the 3rd person plural implies enough Spain-ishness that he probably sounds like he has a lisp.)

“Okay, if Pizza Hut is not actually referring to a Hat of Pizza, then why is their logo a hat?”

(This was followed by about a minute of weasely prevarication as I tried to simultaneously explain the possibility that it was just a coincidence and reaffirm to myself that it was just a coincidence.)

Here is how we got there:

DEU: *Holds up badge holder* What is this called?
ME: A lanyard.  Or as you would call it in Deutsch…*type-type-click* der lanyard.
DEU: *looking over shoulder at german wikipedia page* ah!  No, that is not the word.  Ah, Bändel.
ME: What’s that word? *clicks on Fangschnur”. scans German page.  Sees the word “Cowboyhut”, next to a picture of a tiny sombrero.  Clicks on “Cowboyhut”.  Realizes “hut” is the additional Germanic syllable indicating “hat”.  Sudden tremors at core.*

Important things looked up afterward:

In German, his name is Jabba der Hutte

Ol’ Gil’s in the dark here!

Previously on 2(Clever)x½, [problems].

Coffee’s for closers only.

The fact that this image was not among the image search results already and even HAD to be made shocks me, internet.  Put your gesture with the fingers away; I am, and will remain, shocked.

jimmymarks:

capnmariam:

[Something was quoted here, but I fail at proper referencing to myself all the time.]  

… I knew stuff about Morse code. 

And while those skills haven’t stayed, my love of befriending people I will never meet in real life continues. 

Case in point. 

 .—  ….  .-  -    -.  .  .-.  -..  -  .-  …  -  ..  -.-.    -.-.  —-  -.  …-  .  .-.  …  .-  -  ..  —-  -.  …    .—  .    .—  —-  ..-  .-..  -..    ….  .-  …-  .    —.  ..-  -.—    ..-.  .-.  —- —    -  ….  .    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -…  -.—    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -.-.  ….  .-  -    .-.  —-  —-  —

So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on. I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major.   Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines.  I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.   

But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place.  I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets: a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space.  Getting too comfortable is dangerous.

Anyhow.  See wikipedia: Major Tom.  (How neat is that?!)  
That should be required reading.

OM: He loves your boobs; you have the perfect cleavage for him to nap on.
ME: *Quietly makes a vaguely inappropriate hand gesture in reply*

—Previously, in the ~0.3% of his life that I have held OM’s enormous human baby, we established that I am pretty much a calming machine.  But during lunch today, I feel, we really put a fine point on the reason why.