Wayne's Whirled

I don’t know how many people here read the webcomic xkcd, but you should.  It is quite witty, and often has some good techno-jokes for those of us in the know.  A recent one, for example, poked fun at how the Windows copy dialog will swing wildly between estimates for how long it will take to copy some files; certainly we have all seen this:

After laughing at this with a friend, she ended up seeing the following from an install of some software (the package is blocked out to protect the guilty):

128070 minutes?  That’s three months for those who like long division 🙂

It’s amazing how many I comments I get when I wear it.  Princess Bride fans, unite!

It’s a…..  SCOOTER GANG!  Don’t let the appearance fool you; these guys are probably packin’ heat.  Along with that space-saver doughnut tire.

So do you think some women might use this to do a little touch up on the make-up?  I just used to see how cool my car looks 🙂

So I went to the eye doctor yesterday for an exam and he had to dilate my eyes so he could look inside them or something silly like that.  I had a book with me as I knew I would spend some time waiting, so after he put the drops in I started reading.  He told me to enjoy reading because in a few minutes I wouldn’t be able to once the drops took effect.

That’s what HE thought; it took me a couple minutes to figure it out, but I was able to read just fine.  The doctor cracked up when he walked in!

So my friend [name redacted] has been navigating the online dating world in a large city on the east coast. She is a hottie and quite a catch overall, so naturally the weirdos have been coming out of the woodwork trying to get up in her grill. Here is the latest; I’m not sure what is up with taking the EXACT SAME PHOTO MULTIPLE TIMES WITH NOTHING BUT COSTUME CHANGES, so for my own enjoyment I made a flipbook out of it. He sort of looks like he is dancing, don’t you think.

As my good friend Kim would say: “Oh dear.”

Yes, I live in downtown Phoenix, can walk to my haircut, dry-cleaner, the main Phoenix Library, over thirty coffeeshops and restaurants.  And this is my neighbor’s goat.  Seriously.

She must be lonely because whenever I come up to the alley to throw away trash she comes running up to the fence to be petted.

Which, of course, I do.  Her name if Fawn; I know because it says so on her…er, GOAT tag.