Couple weeks ago, while breakfasting with my sweetie, I was repulsed to note that he had spread salmon cream cheese on a piece of cinnamon raisin toast. I made the Mr. Yuck face, and the THA responded that I had the tastebuds of a philistine and didn’t know what I was missing.
It’s not just me, right? That’s a disgusting combination. I do IN FACT know what I’m missing and am quite content to keep on missing it.
I need feedback, people. Help me out here. Cinnamon raisin toast + salmon cream cheese = GROSS. Am I right?
This evening, while saying good-bye to my family, Rowen looked at me and asked “Where’s THA?” I told her that the THA was in VA, where he lives, but was coming up tomorrow.
She responded “THA come home NOW!”.
Truer words were never spoken, especially by a 2 year old. When this story was relayed to the THA on the phone moments later, he was amused to note that he’s increased his fan base here in DE by one pint-sized member.
Another ocular gem foun while out wandering with the THA in Balitmore a few weekends ago:
Just about every day, the THA and I have a conversation that goes something like this:
Me: THA, will you get me a Transformer?
THA: No.
Me: Why not?
THA: Because they don’t exist.
Me: Please? I bet you could make me one.
THA: NPR Junky, I work for the government. I’m not an engineer.
And at about that point in the conversation I stick my tounge out at him and roll my eyes.
BUT NOW! Now, we are ONE STEP CLOSER to my dream of owning my very own Transformer! Meet Qrio, a pint-sized robot from UCSD being road-tested by toddlers. What I found exremely amusing from this piece, besides the fact that teachers had to instruct the pre-schoolers not to poke him in the eyes, was that Qrio totally lost his fan base when he was instructed to perform a continuous dance party. He has obviously not met Rowen, a confirmed solid gold dancer.
You can find out more about Qrio here, here and here. This is seriously the coolest thing I’ve heard about in a while.
Alternatively, this post could be titled “Get a Geek”.
The wireless card in my home laptop died. In sucessive calls to HP for tech support, I spoke to at least three gentlemen I couldn’t understand and a nice young chap named Ian that apparently thought all callers in need of tech support had an IQ lower than 30. At one point he asked, quite snidely I might add, if I could find the start menu. NPR Fiancee walked in during that call and told me later that the tone of voice I used to address him after that was usually only reserved for errant boyfriends, credit card companies and car salesmen. During my last call to HP, I was able to impress upon them that I did indeed need a new wireless card and they should send one to me post haste.
Well, that new wireless card arrived last night and I need a nerd to help install it. Anyone who knows me and my propensity for serious electronics malfunctions knows why I am not willing to do this myself.
Any takers?
