Office Depot's system providing excellent info on delivery time:

The delivery truck has 103 stops on its route.
It is currently at stop number 2.
Your stop number is 96.

Given that they're supposed to deliver during the next 4 hours, their truck should be really quick.

you assume they go in sequence?

MIAMI, March 2 (Reuters) - A former topless dancer who was
famously cleared of battering a Florida nightclub patron with her
"crazy big" breasts has shed her oversized silicone implants and put
one of them up for auction on eBay.
The woman known professionally as Tawny Peaks said on Wednesday
she recently came across the implants in a box in her closet after
watching a television discussion about crazy things sold on eBay and
decided, "Why not ... I don't need it any more."
"Somebody might bid on it. It's like the first boob to be sued
over in a lawsuit," she said.

Full story here.

just one of them? what good will that do?

I went to a contract post office near work to mail a card to a friend. I stepped over to the little counter where patrons can write stuff out and add stamps to envelopes. The speakers were pumping out Dexy's Midnight Runners doing "Come On, Eileen." Suddenly, I heard some discordant sounds next to me. A bedraggled old fellow next to me was humming and singing his own words to the tune. I looked over. He was putting a stamp on an envelope addressed to the Probation Department. He apparently decided to add his return address. He pulled a key out of his pocket bearing the address of a nearby fleabag hotel.

Wouldn't those be overalls?

I don't know whether to be embarrassed or glad that I had to google "Kevin Rowland". That was a pretty catchy tune, though.

So, over on the John Raitt "Goodbye" thread we've been having a little sidebar on Broadway musicals and casts and whatnot, and lately about Marni Nixon doing overdubs for Audrey Hepburn in the movie version of "My Fair Lady".

So just now this pops up on a jazz listserv I'm on:

I never knew the lead singer in Dexie's Midnight Runner's was Kevin Rowland until I Googled. But when I parked in San Francisco yesterday, it was at the corner of Broadway and a little side street called Rowland.

My father's name was Roland (Roland Decatur Anderson, Jr.).

I could get more surreal, but that should suffice for now.

I know this makes me a bad person, but I was struck by a simply astounding aptonym in the morning paper today.

"Washington Post Foreign Service
Friday, March 4, 2005; Page A01

RUMBEK, Sudan -- The slender, exhausted woman in bed No. 6 was struggling for her life. A nurse had warned Bang Akok last year, and the year before that, to stop getting pregnant. But the pressure to have another child was just too great."

Google results prefer aptronym by a factor of about 4. OED has of course never heard of either form.

Just merged the two Trader Joe's threads, and mistakenly entered the URL of the new rather than the old. Error message: 'You can't merge the same topic, that's just silly.'

From the BBC:

Another oddity.

Seems to be a Welsh problem.

Plain weird.

v

Good heavens, aren't the Samaritans around anymore for this sort of thing?

Sounds like they need a massive public education campaign on the use of 99 PDQ!

Fly

I woke up this morning fully convinced it was Saturday. I was just about to get dressed to go to the farmers market when I looked at the clock on my computer.

Feels verrrrry strange.

I was at a birthday dinner for my friend Karen last weekend at which about 20 people attended. Most of us did not know each other before. A girl came over and asked if this was Karen's party and we told her yes. She seemed relieved and sat down in an empty chair.

She had a drink with us. Then she asked who "those two" chairs were saved for. We told her Karen and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend? she asked. Don't you mean her husband? We were very confused by this as Karen had said nothing of a secret marraige. It turned out this girl did not know "our" Karen at all but was looking for another Karen's birthday gathering. It was very odd and surreal, especially considering that it wasnt a particularly large establishment....

she looks like post-dioxin Yuschenko.

I am afraid Kevin Rowland himself entered the realms of the surreal a few years ago. I used to be a bit of a fan, but my loyalty was strained too far: I could handle it if he came out as a cross-dresser, I could even handle it if he made some bad records. But making bad records while dressing in women's underwear just for the sake of it left me behind.

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doesn't Iraq come with a warning label?

Admin note: I'm not deleting this one in hopes it will remind everyone (that means you, Stone) that this is not the place to discuss politics. Take it elsewhere, please.

Indeed. I don't believe any Admins are logged on right now, but I have a dime which says that any political (ie pro/anti-war) discussion in response to Stone's link is only going to get deleted, so we may as well save ourselves the typing.


Admin note: See above.

Two adjacent businesses in a small commercial building off the Leesville Pike in the suburban big-box hell that is Bailey's Crossroads, Virginia:
Permanent Makeup Clinic.
Marriage and Relationship Counseling Inc.

In Salisbury MD there is a Burger King that shares a parking lot with the veterinarian clinic next door. I always found that suspicious.

Just finished up jury duty. In the central jury room they have various things to keep jurors occupuied like a blaring TV, 10 year old magazines and an ouija board

Contact the victim and ask 'em whodunnit? You should have a Cluedo set, too. I have the feeling it's called something different in the States - you know: Colonel Mustard in the library with the golf club.

Clue!