6:66 6/6/06

You’ve seen it everywhere else already, of course, but it does bear mentioning that today is 6/6/6 (at least, it is as long as you drop the leading zero on the year notation).

I figured as long as I was making a post about that, I might as well post it at 7:06 pm…or, rather, 6:66 pm, but as our hours top out at 60 minutes, that wraps around to 7:06. And yes, AM would have been better (as then it would be correct using military time, while the evening version is 1906 or 1866 rather than 0666), but I wasn’t awake at six in the morning, so this will have to do.

iTunesBurger Queen” by Jason Webley with Jay Thompson from the album Eleven Saints (2006, 3:21).

Of abnormal psychology and meeting women

Many years ago, Royce and Jana (the “untamed librarian,” in Royce’s words) were taking an abnormal psychology class together.

One slow day, they decided to relieve their in-class boredom by stringing together every symptom they could think of into one long word…then figure out what it meant.

The result:

Pseudocoitoxenohematomysonecropyrobestioacroclaustro-ochlohydrophobia: The fear of being forced to pretend to have sex with the unfamiliar bloody infected corpse of a flaming animal at 15,000 feet in a small crowded wading pool.

Later on, when I was hanging out in the Yahoo chat rooms, I attempted to use this for a screen name, but it was far too long. Instead, I pared it down to pyropedonecrobestiality, and used that as my default chat name. One day the name caught the eye of someone else in the chat room, who figured that anyone who’d use that for a name had to have both a sense of humor and a few brain cells to rub together, and they struck up a conversation…

…and that’s how Prairie and I first started talking. Eventually (after somewhere over a year) we actually met in person, and things gradually went on from there, but at least at the beginning…

Yup.

I met my girlfriend because the chat name I was using declared that I was sexually aroused by having intercourse with the flaming corpse of an underaged puppy.

Bet’cha there’s not too many people who can make that claim when asked how they met their significant other.

iTunesMind Your Own Business” by Pigface from the album Easy Listening… (2002, 3:25).

Birthday 33

Happy birthday to me,
I’m now thirty-three,
I should have better words here,
but I suck at poetry.

Also: today marks two years since I decided to stop shaving my head and let my hair grow out. The result, after two years without a haircut: lots and lots of curls.

2 Years of Hair

iTunesEpilogue from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan” by Cincinnati Pops Orchestra (Erich Kunzel) from the album Symphonic Star Trek (1996, 3:04).

The Importance of Education

I’ve been a fan of Dan Piraro‘s Bizarro comic for years, but this one gave me a really good laugh this morning. Definitely one of my favorites.

(c)2006 Dan Piraro

iTunesConcerto for piano and orchestra No. 1 in B flat major op. 23: II. Andantino semplice – Presto – Tempo I” by Toperczer, Peter/Slovak Philharmonic Orchestra (Bystrik Rezucha) from the album Classic Gold: Peter Iljitch Tchaikovsky (1993, 7:06).

Winnie the Pooh and Syphilis Too

On the way home from school, Prairie and I stopped off at Toys ‘R’ Us to pick out a present for my nephew Noah, who we’ll be seeing this weekend. As we were walking out we passed a coin-operated Winnie the Pooh ‘horsey’-style ride that was playing the Winnie the Pooh theme. Prairie didn’t hear it at first until I started humming along.

As we were driving home, she suddenly turned to me. “Damn you! Winnie the Pooh is stuck in my head!”

I laughed. “It’s not my fault…it was the machine!”

“I didn’t hear the machine. It’s your fault.”

“I had to share the pain,” I protested.

“Some things shouldn’t be shared,” she explained. “The Winnie the Pooh theme is one. It’s a lot like syphilis.”

iTunesVariations on “I Got Rhythm” for Piano and Orchestra” by Orchestre National de l’Opera de Monte Carlo (Edo de Waart) from the album Panorama: George Gershwin (1971, 8:32).

A bit of a pickle…

Last time I visited my parents in Anchorage, I was going through some of the various boxes of “me” stuff scattered around their house. Opening one up, I was amused and surprised to find a stack of notes from high school that I had saved. I don’t know why I saved them, but there they were: page after page of teenage ramblings that I’d tossed into a box instead of into a trash can.

Many of the notes were from Xebeth, since we were dating back then, and so one of the more amusing bits of entertainment on Monday evening was handing her the stack. When Xebeth could distract herself from threatening me with bodily harm for having held on to these, we got a lot of laughs out of flipping through them.

Apparently, pickles were on her mind at one point…

PICKLES! I ♥ PICKLES! Give me a pickle and I’ll love you forever & ever & 2 weeks!

…which confused her adult self more than a little, as she’s not really that fond of pickles, and doesn’t ever remember being that fond of pickles. So it was decided that, since these little tasty snacks are not only obviously phallic, but also can apparently be used as currency for the barter of sexual favors (as implied by the above quote), Xebeth was going to start a new anti-pickle group.

Parents Against Pickles.

PAP.

And, of course, since word must get out about how dangerous these insidious green treats are, a letter-writing smear campaign must begin as soon as possible.

Bingo.

A PAP smear.

 

I like my friends.

FBiPod?

Who knew the government was this in tune with today’s marketplace?

The government funded research in microdrive storage, electrochemistry and signal compression. They did so for one reason: It turned out that those were the key ingredients for the development of the iPod.

— Pres. George W. Bush, during a speech at Tuskegee University

(via The Cult of Mac and Engadget)