I am far too sensitive for my own good

I spent a good part of Sunday feeling depressed because I had registered at Maetel's boards, and for some reason before I could even post I was banned! I sent an email humbly asking why and couldn't sleep well because I thought I had inadvertently offended some person half a world away whom I've never even met and she thought I was a jerk. Then it occurred to me that she had checked my profile and visited this journal - and had banned me because of that icon over there to the right and she thinks I'm an art thief!

(I make no claims that I drew that and I would credit the artist, but I'm not sure who it is - it might be Akira Toriyama, but I think it's a doujinshi [ie. fan drawn comic book]. I see this picture quite often and quite a few other people here have icons of copyrighted characters. They're just for fun and I'm not making money on it or claiming as my own. I just liked it because it reminds me of my own family)

Anyhow, when she emailed me back I was afraid to look at it and had John do it. He beckoned me over; it turned out the board automatically bans people who don't post right away to keep out spammers. God, I'm silly, getting so worked up about 100x100 pixels (well maybe not nothing - she does have the potential to get a little cranky

I am far too sensitive for my own good

I spent a good part of Sunday feeling depressed because I had registered at Maetel's boards, and for some reason before I could even post I was banned! I sent an email humbly asking why and couldn't sleep well because I thought I had inadvertently offended some person half a world away whom I've never even met and she thought I was a jerk. Then it occurred to me that she had checked my profile and visited this journal - and had banned me because of that icon over there to the right and she thinks I'm an art thief!

(I make no claims that I drew that and I would credit the artist, but I'm not sure who it is - it might be Akira Toriyama, but I think it's a doujinshi [ie. fan drawn comic book]. I see this picture quite often and quite a few other people here have icons of copyrighted characters. They're just for fun and I'm not making money on it or claiming as my own. I just liked it because it reminds me of my own family)

Anyhow, when she emailed me back I was afraid to look at it and had John do it. He beckoned me over; it turned out the board automatically bans people who don't post right away to keep out spammers. God, I'm silly, getting so worked up about 100x100 pixels (well maybe not nothing - she does have the potential to get a little cranky

Nuggets to ya...

Carl's Jr., a fast food restaurant, started advertising recently that they now sell "real chicken breast meat pieces" because "There Are No Nuggets on a Chicken." One of the ads features a bunch of men in suits looking closely at a white chicken on a table, poking it here and there. There's a close up of feathers flying, and a loud squawk, then you see one of the guys snapping a rubber glove off his hand with a rather disgusted look on his face and saying "No, they're not there either."

Now, John, who is trained as a chef and a meat cutter, among other things, scoffed at this whole ad campaign. According to him, chickens actually do have nuggets. They're that little piece of meat on the back, under the scapula. For some reason, this came up in the conversation at work. I related that little factoid and it struck everyone as quite funny that chickens have nuggets. Why, I don't know - we're biologists and we're just weird.

Ever since then, nuggets keep coming up at work. "Why didn't he do such and such?" "Oh he didn't have the nuggets for it." "Nuggets to ya." Etc. Especially by Pete, who uses puns whenever and wherever possible. I told John he should feel proud he has an influence even when he's not there

Memorial socks...

John was/still is a great admirer of the late Payne Stewart (the professional golfer); especially the pro's mode of dress. So, he has a special pair of argyle socks he wears golfing and calls them his "Payne Stewart Memorial Socks." (That is, if I haven't borrowed them first.)

Nuggets to ya...

Carl's Jr., a fast food restaurant, started advertising recently that they now sell "real chicken breast meat pieces" because "There Are No Nuggets on a Chicken." One of the ads features a bunch of men in suits looking closely at a white chicken on a table, poking it here and there. There's a close up of feathers flying, and a loud squawk, then you see one of the guys snapping a rubber glove off his hand with a rather disgusted look on his face and saying "No, they're not there either."

Now, John, who is trained as a chef and a meat cutter, among other things, scoffed at this whole ad campaign. According to him, chickens actually do have nuggets. They're that little piece of meat on the back, under the scapula. For some reason, this came up in the conversation at work. I related that little factoid and it struck everyone as quite funny that chickens have nuggets. Why, I don't know - we're biologists and we're just weird.

Ever since then, nuggets keep coming up at work. "Why didn't he do such and such?" "Oh he didn't have the nuggets for it." "Nuggets to ya." Etc. Especially by Pete, who uses puns whenever and wherever possible. I told John he should feel proud he has an influence even when he's not there

Memorial socks...

John was/still is a great admirer of the late Payne Stewart (the professional golfer); especially the pro's mode of dress. So, he has a special pair of argyle socks he wears golfing and calls them his "Payne Stewart Memorial Socks." (That is, if I haven't borrowed them first.)