Pseudo Celeb At The Optometrist
So, I went to the eye doctor last week.
Up first was the young lady behind the counter. She didn't look like anybody famous, but she sounded like one." *cough* sorry about mah voice...", she croaked. "allergies..."
"Lady," I said, "You sound like Larry King."
The actual eye doctor reminded me of Doogie Howser because he was younger than me. I'm not old enough to have doctors that are younger than me!"My eye doctor is a few years younger than me. My primary care doctor starts Jr. High school this year. My dentist is a fetus."
Later, I went to the place next door to pick out new frames for my glasses. Jessica Biel stepped up to the counter to help me.
Of course it wasn't *really* her, but she was close enough for jazz. Honestly, I was a bit star-struck. I reminded myself that near-celebrities are people too, and pledged to act naturally."What can I help you with today?", she asked. And she smiled.
"flaaaaaaahh bliilith faah fwaaaaaa."
Sensing an easy sale, she directed me to the most expensive frames they had.I think I'll look good in these, don't you?
Labels: Pseudo Celebrity

I recently listened to the AudioBook version of "Wizard's First Rule", by Terry Goodkind. If you like fantasy novels (wizards, dragons, magic, swordplay, that sort of thing), then you'll probably like this book.
My wizard bellowed, "PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!".
"WhoLu is so much better than anyone else in his department."
A little over a week ago, my wife was ironing cloths. I had nothing better to do at that moment, so I was there with her chatting.
Eventually I figured out the embarrassing truth. While laying on a nice comfy mattress, I stretched out my legs and gave myself a groin pull.
It reminded me of a story I heard about my dad. He may choose to defend his honor if I get too many details wrong, but here goes:
A woman in front of them fainted and fell backwards.

Later, the kids were in the pool. My sister suggested they run in circles and make a whirlpool, but they didn't quite get the idea until I said, "Make the water spin around like a toilet." Thus motivated, the two big kids started running, dragging Little Nephew behind them on his floaties. Oldest Nephew looked at the wake his little brother was leaving and shouted, "Look! He's leaving a streak behind him!"
"Ahem," I said, trying to act dignified. "Some idiot poured coffee on the floor. I'll get it."
There's a Subway restaurant right across the street from our office. Big Dawg eats there at least three times a week. They know him by name, and they know exactly what his usual order is. I don't go more than once a week, but I've been in there enough with Big Dawg that the Subway ladies know I work with him.
"Big Dawg was just in here, but he changed his order on us! You got his bread!"
Maarek and I were discussing how business decisions are made. The "Dilbert" method of decision making involves finding the worst possible idea and running with it. We started to riff on the method.
I knew exactly how to top this one off. "And for resources, our development team will consist of half of an drunk dead monkey."


It started with my wife and I in the kitchen, puppy-sitting 6 pups from the Golfer. He called us to make sure that the pups were getting enough water.
I woke up. My wife was squeezing my hand hard. "What are you shouting about?!?" She was unhappy.
This silliness was born out of an Instant Message conversation with the devil on my shoulder:
*whoosh*flying*noise*
