I can't tell you how many times I've watched it, and it still cracks me up every time.
Somebody has even put it into slow and slower motion. It's even funnier this way. And in the slowest version, that baby has turned into a bass-baritone. Enjoy! Again and again!
She just can't stay away from us.
A few months back, my supervisor made a lateral move in the company and we had a new supervisor. She only lasted about a month, and then resigned altogether, to spend more time with her family at home. So the original supervisor was back.
About a month ago, she turned us over to somebody else, so she could concentrate on some other projects.
As of yesterday, we're back with her again.
I'm getting a headache.
But I am glad to be back with my original supervisor, and based on all the cheering on yesterday's team conference call, so is everybody else.
Just another day in the life.
A blogger known only as JPolson kept a rather short-lived blog called True Confessions of an Ex-Human. He hasn't posted anything in nearly 5 years, but the blog is still there.
I am going to quote this post in its entirety, just in case it ever vanishes. It's even more timely today than it was when first posted.
Fantasy Healthcare - Dungeons and Surgeons
The following story isn't really a political statement or anything like that. It's just something I came up with after a bizarre dream that I thought would be entertaining. Enjoy.
Ariella continued tracing arcane symbols over the gaping wound in Jake's thigh where the orc arrow had struck him. Frustrated, she stopped, muttering curses. A cool night breeze moaned softly in the mouth of the cave where they were resting. "Nothing I try is working, Jake. I just don't know why my healing spells won't work," she said.
The lithe warrior grunted softly, the poison from the arrow-tip already draining his strength. "It's okay, Ariella, I know you tried. I don't understand it either."
Ariella softly clutched his hand in hers as her brow furrowed in thought. She had to figure this out. Devlin would return soon from scouting and the orcs might have regrouped and be in pursuit. Then, a thought struck her. "Jake, do you have healthcare insurance?" she asked.
A certain (alleged) professional bulletin board that I have frequented has banned me.
Why? Because I tried to help a fellow poster with a technical issue by referring them to (gasp) another board. One that deals strictly with technical issues. The board I was banned from has very little technical content.
So let me get this straight. The person who told me to kiss my lizard stayed put, while I was banned. All because of some silly rule about not mentioning other boards. Not even non-competing boards with completely different content.
I e-mailed the moderator with a well-reasoned suggestion that in this case, she make an exception to the non-mention rule, and why. I was told in reply that I know the rules, and if I choose to break them, I therefore choose not to post, have a nice day.
Oh, excuse me. My bad. I thought I was dealing with somebody who has at least a modicum of common sense. I won't make that mistake again.
I won't mention the name of the board here, but it rhymes with "empty scars."
And for those of you who are reading this who might also be frustrated with the arbitrariness over at "that place," have a look at the "Medical Transcription Links" blogroll in the sidebar. Then c'mon over and join us.
Many of them come looped with overdubbed, um, extra sound effects. I chose not to post one of those.
(No, that is not the current baby panda in San Diego. This one might be in Japan, but I'm not sure about that.)
The home computer decided today would be a good day to die. So it's going to be admitted to the 'pooter hospital as soon as they open, in about 15 minutes.
A couple of weeks ago the work computer took its turn, and for no apparent reason completely expunged me, my login and my password, from its innards. That time, I was up half the night trying to un-expunge myself, and was moderately successful. The only thing I can't do that I could do before is get into the network server where the sample reports are stored. Oh well. Most of them were pretty useless anyway. We don't need no stinkin' samples... right?
Off and running for today's ration of Fun, Fun, Fun.
Warning! Swallow all beverage mouthfuls before watching, unless you enjoy cleaning spewed liquids from your monitor and keyboard.
Hat tip: Good friend V (remember her?) via Facebook.
The Sci-Fi Squad (sounds like my kind of people, what hey?) counts down The Top Five Hunk of Junk Spaceships.
Serenity, that most shiny hunk of junk (the one with the high pilot turnover rate, as they say) comes in at number three.
The moment where Big Mama rolled Big Baby over onto his back happens at about 1:53. So very, very cute.
That's where you can find the oil lamps. For those who might be interested because of the gully-washer that is supposed to eat California today, and the anticipated power outages.
We had an outage here a couple of weeks ago unrelated to a storm; report was, a transformer blew up over by the mall, and thousands of homes were without power for several hours.
Candles are not easy to read by. So ever since then, I've been looking on and off for an oil lamp.
The one I found looks a lot like this:
So if you're in the market for an oil lamp, try the hardware store.
No pictures this time, but just a couple of minutes ago, Mama Panda left the den--and the little chubster actually managed what looked like a few hesitant crawling steps. He did move a few inches, and he didn't do it by rolling, and his paws were going, both front and back.
Next thing I knew, Mama's snout crossed the den's threshold, followed by her paw--with which she rolled Chubby onto his back and then she left!
Maybe he isn't allowed to crawl without her permission?
A professional photographer hired by the Dallas Symphony to roam the concert hall during last month's concert with the Moody Blues has posted a slideshow of some of his images.
He captured our little front-row banner extravaganza during "I know you're out there somewhere." The banner read "Somehow you'll return again to TEXAS" and was created by Janet.
The banner holders, left to right, are Bonnie, Janet, Vanessa, Me, and Val.
Now you know how close we were to the stage. Just in case you didn't believe me before.
UPDATE: At Janet's insistence I am also posting the second banner photo, where Justin is stepping towards us. Woot!
Just Google the topic; it's not hard to find out. The best-known attacks have been when drunk or stupid people have actually climbed into their enclosures, thus invading their territory.
Somebody invades my territory, I too have been known to bite.
Meanwhile... Chubby Cubbie continues to grow.
