tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38146452011-04-21T16:32:11.073-04:00unsafesurferdon't panicunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-1113313668764562342005-04-12T09:42:00.000-04:002005-04-12T13:45:23.480-04:00Today's the last day work for me at HP. I start a new job here next week. It's very liberating to tender your resignation. You could resign too. Become an ordained minister. The Church of the SubGenius is looking......Oh yeah, they're looking for a new Pope. Apply hereIf you're a betting kind of person --- Pope oddsPope Hat Chipsunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-1112969806138629532005-04-08T10:11:00.000-04:002005-04-11T07:51:06.556-04:00OK. So now I'm back from outer space.....After a year and a half of down-time I decided to power up the blog again. Looking at the last couple of entries I see that my life has really moved on.So.... time for a new look to the blog. Dots are good.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-1067381929407510982003-10-28T17:58:00.000-05:002003-10-28T17:58:48.963-05:00It seems that I haven't blogged in awhile........................
.............could be the new house and new baby........
......there is never enough sleep........unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-893035292003-02-18T08:31:00.000-05:002003-02-18T08:51:11.000-05:00I had a John Denver moment last night. As I was getting ready for bed the words to the song "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" started running through my head. I remember my parents having this vinyl record floating around the house when I was a wee lad of about 6 years old. I loved singing along with John. I've discovered after doing a bit of digging that the album was called "Back Home Again" unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-889928862003-02-12T16:21:00.000-05:002003-02-12T16:21:27.303-05:00Got me a new hat with rabbit fur on it.
I'm sure some people will be upset.
My head is nice and warm in all this cold, snowy weather. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-884779352003-02-03T11:30:00.000-05:002003-02-03T11:30:13.133-05:00The weekend has come and gone. I survived the open house at the condo, the Space Shuttle disaster, and George Bush not pulling the trigger. I'm quite sad about the astronauts that lost their lives on the way home. Such remarkable, brave people pursuing science, knowledge, and personal dreams. I hope they get to travel space forever now.
It seems that George is taking a breather from poundingunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-882881812003-01-30T16:29:00.000-05:002003-01-30T16:29:26.123-05:00The condo is up for sale. More real estate stress. It's best not to think about it. We've moved to my inlaws house for a week. We're optimistic we can sell in a week. I hope so. My dog is having the time of his life at Grandma's. I think my father inlaw is sneaking him cheese and bits of salami. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-882075112003-01-29T10:27:00.000-05:002003-01-29T15:18:03.000-05:00Driving home in the snow last night we were listening to CBC Radio1 waiting for the broadcast of the State of the Union address. I was joking around with Amanda about what George might say. I figured his speech would be predictable, filled with rhetoric like "firm resolve", "stand united", and "decisive victory". Sure enough, BAM, within the first 2 minutes we got a " firm resolve". I had to unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-878237262003-01-21T23:50:00.000-05:002003-01-21T23:50:10.193-05:00I was at a banquet last night and one of the tables had a ''Reserved' sign. And then I went to another table, and it had a sign that read ''Somewhat More Outgoing".unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-878234862003-01-21T23:45:00.000-05:002003-01-21T23:45:11.716-05:00The house deal is done. We'll be living downtown just north of the Danforth. Beautiful house, nice neighbourhood. Baby on the way has their very own room. Orbit has his own backyard. I have a lawn to mow. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-877551162003-01-20T19:44:00.000-05:002003-01-20T19:44:24.830-05:00I'm living in the limbo between submitting an offer for a house and learning whether or not it has been accepted. It's a strange place filled with mortgage brokers, real estate brokers, cell phones, certified cheques, and a tight tingly feeling belly. All that could be done on our side of things has been done. The decision remains in the hands of the vendors. Sleep tonight is optional......
unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-874270322003-01-14T12:56:00.000-05:002003-01-14T12:57:09.000-05:00Oil prices spiked above $30 a barrel today. We could see the price climb a lot higher before the Iraq/U.S. situation is resolved. Looking at the gas station across the street, I can see that gas is selling for 74.9 cents/litre. I fully expect it to rise above 80 cents in the near future.
A litre bottle of Coke is what, about $1.29? That's almost twice as expensive as gas. You can't get unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-873723652003-01-13T16:47:00.000-05:002003-01-13T16:47:15.063-05:00OK. The holidays are over. Time to climb back on the blog bus. I'm about to enter the emotionally charged arena of purchasing real estate. Amanda and I are looking for a house for our growing family. Ah, the joy of mortgages and real estate agents. Money is cheap now. The people at the institutions of higher lending seem quite anxious to stuff the green into your hands. Please take our unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-864864252002-12-24T13:12:00.000-05:002002-12-24T13:20:33.000-05:00Do girls/women every really stop competing with on another? I think that for a lot of women the psychological games they start to play as teenage girls never go away. The subjects of competetion change from high school boyfriend and popularity contests to men/baby/house/decorating contests. Sometimes it seems to me that they're in a race to see who can be the first to get married, get a house,unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-862572842002-12-19T00:51:00.000-05:002002-12-19T00:51:17.986-05:00Lately I've been taking my dog with me to the carwash. He sits in the back of my Subaru as we journey through the mysterious land of whirring brushes. Orbit (my dog) tries to appear nonchalant, resting his head on the back of the seat in front of him. His suspiciously darting eyes give him away as the high pressure water thrums its way back and forth across the roof of my car.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-862020992002-12-17T23:16:00.000-05:002002-12-17T23:23:09.000-05:00Never give a client your home phone number! Especially if you are responsible for troubleshooting their computer network. It's 8:30 PM and you're relaxing, having dinner. The phone rings.
"My computer won't print"
"Ahhh, hello?"
"It's Lili, my computer won't print"
I'm standing holding the phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. All I can think of is "why are you calling me, atunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-861509472002-12-17T00:10:00.000-05:002002-12-17T23:06:59.000-05:00Would you buy a pig from this man?
A Romanian farmer waves his axe as he praises the quality of his pigs at the Calugareni Christmas animal market outside Bucharest on Monday. Hundreds of farmers from all over the countryside bring their pigs to town to sell to urban consumers for the Christmas festivities.
This guy looks more like a serial killer than a friendly farmer. It's a pretty unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-858534692002-12-11T15:07:00.000-05:002002-12-11T15:11:56.000-05:00I did a little research on the origin of Santa Claus yesterday. The modern image of Santa with his red and white clothes, white beard, and fat belly was constructed by Coca-Cola as a marketing tool to sell more Coke! The first ad was released in 1935. If Coke's corporate colours were green and brown, we would have a very earthy looking Santa instead of the red and white guy we see now. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-858028052002-12-10T16:56:00.000-05:002002-12-10T16:59:11.000-05:00Space elevators. Instead of spaceships we could use space elevators. What the hell is he talking about? It's like taking a ride to the top of the CN Tower but just a little farther. Here are the plans.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-855642452002-12-05T19:14:00.000-05:002002-12-05T19:18:26.000-05:00Golf. I don't golf, probably never will. I am however friends with several people who have golf problems (Ted, Matt, Bob, Kim). It seems to me that most golfers have some sort of golf issues. They would give up work, family, and enything else to play golf. They might have a hard time getting up for work but a 6 AM tee off time is no problem.
So you think it's hard to get out for a round ofunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-854678902002-12-04T00:53:00.000-05:002002-12-04T00:53:10.520-05:00It's cold here in Toronto right now. Minus 20 Celsius with the wind chill. So I'm, thinking to myself that it must be pretty cold in ICELAND right about now. Turns out it's not cold at all. It's anywhere from 2-8 Celsius. They end up catching a branch of the Gulf Stream which moderates the temperature all year round. It's REALLY windy though. The wind is blowing 18-23 metres a second. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-854044862002-12-02T19:44:00.000-05:002002-12-02T20:08:14.000-05:00Blog, Blog, Blog. That's a good way to describe things lately. I feel like I've been blogging my way through life. It's been hard to keep my head up. So much has been happening that I haven't had a chance to draw a breath. There is a moment, when I first lay down to sleep and my head hits the pillow, and another when the alarm goes off in the morning, that I feel like I come back to myself.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-849098762002-11-22T00:46:00.000-05:002002-11-22T00:47:32.000-05:00Today I'd like to talk about organized time wasting. The company I work for has just sanctioned it. We were asked to install an application called "Jabber". It's an internal online chat room. The idea is that it will allow us to collaborate in good old "real time" so that we can be more productive. HA!
Work, what work?
I'm chatting baby!
Just so happens that we can connect to MSN, Yahoo,unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-848014252002-11-20T00:41:00.000-05:002002-11-20T00:49:18.000-05:00I was reading the paper today and came across an article that described a French gentleman named Jose Bove as a "militant sheep farmer". What the hell is that? I sniffed around and discovered that he has got McDonalds and Genetically Modified foods squarely in his sights. Thousands of people are lining up behind this guy.
As much as I wanted to I couldn't find any pictures of militant sheepunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-847463392002-11-18T23:54:00.000-05:002002-11-18T23:54:56.440-05:00If you get a chance tonight, go outside and look up in the sky. There is a spectacular Leonid meteor shower predicted. It will peak around 11 PM EST and again around 5 AM EST.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-847454722002-11-18T23:35:00.000-05:002002-11-18T23:35:39.500-05:00Amanda is pregnant. If all goes well, I'll be a father in July. I'm really excited, but also strangely calm about the whole thing. It's still so abstract. I know as the months go by all the baby-related stuff swirling around us will spiral in tighter and press the baby reality in close. A new chapter of my human experience of life is starting to unfold in quiet little steps in front of me. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-845368212002-11-14T13:40:00.000-05:002002-11-20T00:52:03.000-05:00Willie called me today. I haven't spoken to him in a couple of weeks. Seems he suffered some fallout from his trip north to Chisasibi. Check the blog archives for the wild dog craziness that befell Willie in the wilds of northern Quebec. Anyways, it seems that Willie picked up pneumonia during his time in Chisasibi. It laid him up in bed for a couple of weeks. He lost 26 lbs and has a unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-844351502002-11-12T16:12:00.000-05:002002-11-12T16:52:38.000-05:00If you have a car you probably pay attention to gas prices. The price rises and falls through out the week with insidious timing. There is a Petro-Canada gas station across the street from my office that I can see from my window. We were looking out the window and noticed that the price had dropped to around 65 cents/litre. In my part of the woods that's a pretty good price these days. The unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-842039292002-11-07T21:50:00.000-05:002002-11-07T22:49:30.000-05:00
When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to watch too much TV. By this I mean never through the week, and only on Friday and Satruday nights. At the time I thought this was a pretty draconian rule. All my friends could watch Six Million Dollar Man, Charlie's Angels, Fantasy Island, and Gilligan's Island. I felt that I got a raw deal from my parents. Now that I'm approaching the time in my life when unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-841467362002-11-06T20:47:00.000-05:002002-11-06T20:47:21.280-05:00I was sent home early from work last night. My manager called in to one of the night shift guys and asked him to send us home. No explanation. The night shift had to move over to our contingency site to continue working. Something was up. This morning I get an email to report to work at the contingency site as well. I drive out to this non-descript, un-marked building in the suburbs. No unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-840302372002-11-04T19:10:00.000-05:002002-11-04T19:45:09.000-05:00Lately, my life has been strangely un-noteable (is that a word?) Usually there are odd little moments that turn out to be fine blog material. Things have been strangely quiet. I did see a slightly crazy looking lady sniffing newspapers and quietly snickering to herself at the corner store today. She was in fact sniffing the very copy of The Globe and Mail I wished to purchase. Hunched over unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-838227242002-10-31T08:42:00.000-05:002002-11-04T19:45:24.000-05:00Today is Halloween.
This is the funniest pumpkin I've seen.
I've gotta post my archived story about the pumpkin cannon again. It's just too funny. Here it is:
Some people seem to have the luxury of excess leisure time. Jim certainly seems to have enough extra time to build a pumpkin cannon that fires pumpkins at 1450 kilometres an hour. This thing is the length of a mobile home and unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-837358412002-10-29T16:42:00.000-05:002002-10-29T16:42:20.830-05:00I am so tired today.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-836865732002-10-28T18:26:00.000-05:002002-10-29T00:40:17.000-05:00I journeyed to Buffalo, NY this weekend to see the Buffalo Bills play the Detroit Lions. This is the first time I've been to an NFL game, a tailgate party, and the lovely city of Buffalo. When you drive across the border into the States it's obvious that you've left Canada. Everything is just slightly different. Looking out the window of the car at New York state is one thing, but talking to unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-834865822002-10-24T20:25:00.000-04:002002-10-24T21:33:56.000-04:00I found out that my boss has been going to college for firefighting. He went to his graduation ceremony yesterday. The office got him a congratulatory card with fire engines on it.
I want to set a fire in his office and see if he can put it out.
unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-834274272002-10-23T18:21:00.000-04:002002-10-23T18:27:04.000-04:00I woke up at 5 am this morning to meet my friend for zazen. We meet downstairs at his workspace every Wednesday morning. It's always dark outside and it seems that the whole world is sleeping. We sit, silent, following our breath.
unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-833845692002-10-22T22:56:00.000-04:002002-10-22T23:24:47.000-04:00Seeing that Hallo'een is creeping up on us I thought I'd sniff around the net for spooky stuff. The next time you're in Paris and are looking to get creeped out you should check out the Denfert-Rochereau Ossuary--The Empire of the Dead!unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-833203502002-10-21T18:54:00.000-04:002002-10-21T20:36:53.000-04:00Some people seem to have the luxury of excess leisure time. Jim certainly seems to have enough extra time to build a pumpkin cannon that fires pumpkins at 1450 kilometres an hour. This thing is the length of a mobile home and punches holes through cars. Don't even think about toilet-papering this guy's house on Hallo'een.
unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-831272252002-10-17T13:56:00.000-04:002002-10-17T14:54:34.000-04:00There was a fire drill at work today. I noticed a couple of odd things about this particular fire drill process.
First of all the company announced the time of the alarm. So everybody knew it was going to happen and did one of 2 things. Either they didn't leave the building at all and "burned to death". Or 5 minutes before the alarm grabbed their coats and went outside for a smoke and thenunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-830755952002-10-16T15:12:00.000-04:002002-10-16T15:12:15.376-04:00Ememberray enwhay ouyay ereway away idkay andway ouyay
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earchsay ethay ebway ithway igpay atinlay Ooglegay.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-830306272002-10-15T16:48:00.000-04:002002-10-15T16:48:52.206-04:00People use duct tape for just about everything.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-828166432002-10-10T20:26:00.000-04:002002-10-10T20:44:50.000-04:00Ahhhh. My work week is almost over. Just a couple of more hours in front my monitor and I'm done. Tomorrow I get up early, and we're off to the cottage. 4 days of quiet in northern Ontario. There will be autumn colours, a crackling fire, books to read, red wine, a cold clear night sky with a few billion stars, and the quiet of the deep Canadian Shield forest. No blogging, email, phone, or TVunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-827658052002-10-09T20:28:00.000-04:002002-10-09T20:44:45.000-04:00I had an appointment with an orthopaedic surgeon who specializes in sports injuries today. After poking and prodding my knee he announced that I didn't need surgery (good) but that I should stop running (bad). It seems I have some damage to my Anterior Cruciate Ligament as well as my Medial Meniscus. The funny part of the visit occurred while I was sitting in the waiting area.
There were unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-827072582002-10-08T17:29:00.000-04:002002-10-09T16:48:03.000-04:00I heard one of my co-workers mutter that she had the Sesame Street song in her head. I started humming it myself but couldn't rememeber the words.
Here they are:
Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play
Everything's A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That's where we meet
Can you tell unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-826627532002-10-07T20:27:00.000-04:002002-10-07T20:32:24.000-04:00If you are in need of some spiritual refreshment and don't mind a little Judeo-Christian flavour, find solace here The Toast Bibleunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-826626192002-10-07T20:24:00.000-04:002002-10-07T20:26:36.000-04:00Continuing my exploration of the world of online toast I give you Strawberry Pop-Tart Blow-Torches.
To summarize "Strawberry Pop Tarts may be a cheap and inexpensive source of incendiary devices. Toasters which fail to eject Pop Tarts cause the Pop Tarts to emit flames 10-18 inches in height. "unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-825707482002-10-05T18:27:00.000-04:002002-10-05T18:28:55.000-04:00Woke up hungover. The rest of the day unfolded from there.
Fall has finally arrived.
Tonight I'm cooking Salmon Wellington and roasting potatoes, drinking red wine, and watching Vanilla Skyunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-824779362002-10-03T14:47:00.000-04:002002-10-03T15:26:44.000-04:00Willie calls me today from the town of Chisasibi. He was flown into this remote northern town to do some telephone cabling work. Now you need to know that Willie isn't thrilled about travelling to these far away places. First of all this place is a dry community; no where to get a beer after work. It's so far north there is no radio or TV. The satellite dish at the hotel doesn't work. Thereunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-824209492002-10-02T11:59:00.000-04:002002-10-02T11:59:14.290-04:00My friend Ted and I are discussing the unbelievable monochromatic colour scheme of our workplace. Everything is a dull beige/grey shade; computers, phones, walls, ceiling, carpet, blinds, the weather outside. We think this colour shade is psychologically damaging and has subliminal properties. Suspiciousness abounds as to the intentions of our corporate overlords. unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-824184122002-10-02T11:02:00.000-04:002002-10-02T11:32:12.000-04:00The weather today can speak for me. Weather for Toronto
One other thing; all the fruit I've been buying lately is not ripe, over ripe, or never ripe. Actually what I think the problem is, is that I'm unable to judge when the fruit is ready. All this week I've been biting into apples and pears that are squishy and mealy, or hard and bitter. What is going on with my ripe superpowers? I think unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-823790702002-10-01T15:51:00.000-04:002002-10-01T16:19:58.000-04:00So I came into work yesterday to find that I was unable to log on to my workstation. I received the chilling message " Your account has been disabled. Please contact your system administrator."
I stare at the screen wondering if I've been fired. I don't think so 'cause my security pass worked. And so begins my joyous journey of discovery into what the hell is wrong with my computer.
After unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-823132052002-09-30T10:16:00.000-04:002002-10-01T16:08:01.000-04:00Today I'd like to talk about toast. The word toast is one my favourite's. Here is a recipe for toast. The concept of toast, and all that it encompasses is always bubbling at the back of my conciousness. So I typed "toast" into Google and discovered a great big world of toast out there. I've discovered what has to be the compendium of toast knowledge. Dr. Toast's Amazing World of Toast
Asunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-822477122002-09-28T17:46:00.000-04:002002-09-30T13:05:45.000-04:00I have to thank Mighty Girl's blog for turning me on to the concept of blogging. She's Migh-tay. Check out her blog.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821933682002-09-27T10:32:00.000-04:002002-09-27T10:33:37.000-04:00Today it's gray and raining. I'm listening to Telefuzz. I'm waiting for an X-ray machine to be delivered from Newfoundland.
The X-ray machine is going to be installed downstairs at my friends place.
It can see your bones.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821722322002-09-26T21:15:00.000-04:002002-09-26T21:15:29.873-04:00So I'm standing in the middle of the parking lot in the gathering dark looking for my car and I don't see it ANYWHERE!
I've found the spot where I'm sure that I parked.
it's empty.....
- geez did i lock the car?
- oh yeah, I took the subway today.
I sheepishly turn around and trudge off.
unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821695052002-09-26T19:59:00.000-04:002002-09-26T19:59:52.116-04:00I'm eating the yogurt nowunsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821686822002-09-26T19:40:00.000-04:002002-09-26T19:41:32.000-04:00What the hell is going on? Now some guy is waving lumber around several cubicles over!
He's holding it up against the wall.
Now there's sawing sounds!
Nobody told me we could renovate.
I'm bringing paint tomorrow.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821684792002-09-26T19:33:00.000-04:002002-09-26T19:33:58.366-04:00One of my co-workers just wandered over looking for a bandage. He was holding some paper so I asked him if he had a paper cut.
"No", he said, "much worse."
He left and came back with a strange bandage from the First Aid kit. It's called a Tegaderm - Transparent dressing with Label.
It's got a clear plastic window that you can watch your wound through.
I still don't know why he needs the unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814645.post-821677922002-09-26T19:16:00.000-04:002002-09-26T19:17:48.000-04:00I'm hunkered down in my cubicle waiting for the rest of the floor to leave.
I've got 2 pears and a blueberry yogurt to last me until midnight.unsafesurfernoreply@blogger.com