NPR Junky

More visual WTF

NPR Junky — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:26:22 +0000

Yes, kids, it IS a pickle wrapper. No kidding. Provided by my office husband.

Because kids really care about trivia at the crack of dawn. Really.

WTF?

Definition of “moron”

NPR Junky — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:18:51 +0000

I stopped by NPR Buddy’s cube on my way out of the office Thursday afternoon, just as he was winding up a conversation with his cube-mate. She looks up at me and jokingly tells me that NPR Buddy is a traitor; that he didn’t stick up for her during a conversation involving someone else. NPR Buddy proceeds to give us the usual song and dance in his defense involving tractors and Vaseline, which (of course) the cube-mate didn’t understand. He and I are viciously random at the best of times, something this particular co-worker doesn’t quite grasp. She tells me that she made NPR Buddy a present and hands it to me –a hot pink post it note with the word “TRADER” written on it.

I stare at it for several seconds, thinking she MUST be joking. She sees my obvious incomprehension, and repeats “He’s a traitor, NPR Junky. A traitor.”

I continue to stare at it, then her, then NPR Buddy. He just shakes his head.

“Like Lewis and Clark fur trading, trader?” I ask NPR Buddy.

“I suppose so.” He states with a straight face.

All this time she’s looking at me like I’m the one hooked on phonics didn’t work for. Neither one of us had the heart to tell her she was incorrect, and eventually I just walked away. NPR Buddy still has that post-it. He wouldn’t let me take a picture of it, goddammit.

The Cat Ranch, in View

NPR Junky — Mon, 26 May 2008 14:57:58 +0000

Recent laziness at the Cat Ranch:

Ansel, making friends with starches.

Baby, chilling out.

Nap time with the THA (please note, the lump to the left hand side is the THA)

Clockwise, from the top: Nico, Schaeffer, Spike and Benny.

Been a while

NPR Junky — Mon, 26 May 2008 14:39:19 +0000

I’ve taken a rather impromptu hiatus from blogging, recently. Nothing that earth-shattering has occurred, and I haven’t felt like writing about all the non-earth-shattering stuff. I can assure all of you that I am fine, the Cat Ranch and all of its inhabitants are fine, the THA is fine and I am still gainfully employed.

Some recent highlights:

The THA and I have decided to live in sin on a more full time basis. This will come as a great shock to some of you, I’m sure, but be advised that appropriate counsel was sought and neither of us are presently in need of involuntary commitment or heavy sedation.
I am now the proud owner of GTA: IV, and in a grand show of my ineptitude using a 360 controller, promptly ran into a cop the first time while accelerating a car. This was after five minutes spent trying to figure out how to make the car accelerate. Buddy John was on hand for this first go-round and had a grand time observing my great incompetence. My greatest desire for that first time was to blow up a gas station with some of Buddy John’s grenades. The only problem being, Buddy John didn’t know how to THROW them, so I was left dropping a grenade on the ground and running away. That didn’t work as well as one might think.
The Cat Ranch recently had the Cat Whisperer (an actual Animal Behavior Consultant) do an in-home visit to assess some feline unhappiness at the Ranch. He and I were both skeptical of positive results from the sheer complexity of the situation, but I am THRILLED to report his suggestions are working and there is a greater harmony to my fuzzy brood.

MTVs newest idea: Pimp My Dog

NPR Junky — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:51:18 +0000

Found today while procuring kibble for the furry members of the Cat Ranch:

Chocolate Covered Grossness

NPR Junky — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 14:39:19 +0000

This is proof that chocolate does NOT, in fact, go well with everything. This is almost as gross as salmon cream cheese on cinnamon raisin toast.

Taters at Sea

NPR Junky — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 01:09:35 +0000

HA HA! My newest edition to the Tater Temple:

The NPR Junky Housing Establishment (otherwise known as the Cat Ranch) proudly welcomes Pirate Tater to our ever growing numbers.

Warning: Office Boredom Ahead

NPR Junky — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 20:43:05 +0000

Witness the results when NPR Buddy and I are both in-house and bored, at the same time.

I received the following over my cube wall from NPR Buddy after reading a funny email from my manager:

And the plane details:

The inside of the first plane read “My comp is crashing/So am I/I want Starbucks/I want vacation.” So, I decided to take pity on him and send NPR Buddy on a cruise:

The HMS Screwball is now prominently displayed on NPR Buddy’s cube wall.

Golden Girls’ Retreat

NPR Junky — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:53:07 +0000

Last weekend, I attended a client meeting in Orlando where it seemed Rose from the Golden Girls had decorated my hotel room:

I can confirm that all the rooms looked like this. The rest of the hotel was just lovely, though.

Lactose Induced Irony

NPR Junky — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:42:45 +0000

Found while on a US Air flight back from Somewhere, USA:

Perhaps “Non-Dairy” means something different to these people. I’m just sayin’…

*Sorry about the poor quality of the image, y’all*