Mostly Harmless

The psycho who used to work at Arby’s — and may have touched my food — now works at Burger King (where he can touch your food).

The bad news: he still lives in my building.

Do I buy a new computer chair? Or do I buy an iPod? Or both?

I came across an"extra"$360 in my mail today, which will make a serious dent in the $399 list price of the iPod; or completely cover the cost of the chair I want. Practical, or cool gadget? Hmmmm.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

What to do… what to do…

I figure if I watch the iPod intro videos enough times and get a chance to play with one at the Apple Store I’ll eventually decide to buy one.

There is a third option: save up for a house, but that would go against my reckless spending habits and is therefore an unlikely outcome. (But I am still stashing away some cash so I can avoid apartments that cater to psychos, among other things.)

Without further ado: cool song

A little ditty:

Come Mr. Taliban
Suck on this banana*
Daylight come
And the Taliban gone

* Note: substitute "cruise missile" for "banana"

So, in all the hullabaloo during dinner this evening I never got around to mentioning one of my more entertaining projects at work: The Cherry Force Field.

The Cherry Force Field is a way to fight back against, shall we say, "unpleasant odors" in restrooms — specifically the one nearest our office, which is the favorite morning "resting place" for "The Mad Bomber."

We used to have a spray can in there, but that was voluntary. Naturally the worst offenders would just ignore it.

Here’s the new solution.

We’ve got a can of Coronado Cherry covertly mounted (with Velcro(tm)) in the bathroom — producing a veritable Wall of Scent 24×7.

Any offensive odors will quickly succumb to the righteous might of the Cherry Force Field, which is so strong for the first few days that it will practically knock you on your ass.

Now, several days later, it has mellowed a bit but is still a force to be reckoned with.