A Granite Sack and Legs of Log (cashbox) wrote,
A Granite Sack and Legs of Log


I like this one.

When you see this, quote Douglas Adams in your journal.

I couldn't pick between these two, so there's a long one:
"It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination."

And a short one, which is one of my favorite sentences in all of literature:
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't."


Aside from ironic musings about the nature of the universe and/or bricks, 'tis a nice uneventful Thursday. Only three times have work people called to ask me about things I'd have no reason knowing about except that they happen on computers and I write Web site code, which is a nice reduction over the number of times that usually happens in a given morning. So I've got that going for me.


In other news, Burn After Reading was kind of fantastic, and you should see it post-haste. Not quite a Coen Brothers classic, but deeply entertaining nonetheless (particularly for the last scene). And, in an excellent side effect, watching it made me want to go back and re-watch a whole bunch of Arrested Development, which, after the soporific effects of my steak frites and Jenni's chili cheese fries took effect last night, is exactly what we did. Tonight looks to be another early evening, as I'll be chauffeuring my ladyfriend to the opening of the Breast Cancer 3-Day at roughly oh-shit o'clock in the morning. (Well, 4:00. That's close enough.) Between now and then, however, stands a day of van-decorating (her end) and work + bowling (mine), so I shall now depart, and wish nothin' but the best of luck to all my friends around here participating in said 3-Day. Vaya sin blisters, y'all.
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I thought 4 am was ass o'clock. Maybe I'm confused. Maybe it's ass o'clock and oh shit hundred hours.
Yeah, my bad. I was totally converting to European-style ass-time.
It definitely can be confusing. :) Why can't they standardize this shit? This is why we're not using the metric system.
Seriously. Whoever's in charge of shit like this has really dropped the ball. When was their last big achievement? Time zones? That was like 130 years ago, or 172 in metric time.
My favourite has to be this one:

"You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."

"Why, what did she tell you?"

"I don't know, I didn't listen."
My favorite opening is the bit about making little pieces of green paper happy, and I'd quote it directly except that I'm all into accuracy and my daughter's stolen my copy of the book (which means I can't find it and it's my 13 year old's fault), so, yeah.
I remember when you used to post a lot... that was fun.