Burnt Toast Happens.

Life is all about perspective. Perspective is that wonderful alchemy that turns a completely mortifying experience into something amazingly funny a couple days later. (It’s also what makes the experience mortifying to you and funny to everyone else while it’s happening, but I digress.)

So, depending on your perspective, this past Thursday I either came close to burning the entire Z88.3 studio building down, or I saved us all from future certain death by fire and asphyxiation by proving our toaster oven was an evil menace that needed to go. Take your pick.

I just wanted to heat up some garlic bread. But minutes later, as I am happily eating my leftover pasta, I hear a voice down the hall scream, “Something’s burning. Something’s really burning!” A million horrible images rushed through my mind as I ran to the kitchen and a toaster oven pouring smoke out into the halls.

My poor toast never had a chance. It didn’t quite get to flaming stage, but it was pretty darn close. Like, a smoldering piece of something very black that vaguely resembled toast stage.

Anyway, one of the engineers grabbed a fan to air everything out, and the halls had a nice smoky smell the rest of the afternoon, but other than that, the only injuries were my pride and the toaster oven. Alas, this isn’t the first time our sad little oven did something scary, so… let’s just say, it’s being put out to pasture.

Probably the best part was my boss looking at me, smiling, shaking his head, and saying, “How… am I supposed to marry you off if you can’t cook?”

Good question. I’d like to believe that there’s something remarkably cute and endearing about burning bread all the time. A feminine charm, if you will. Or something like that.

Moral of the story: Toaster ovens are evil. Watch them like a hawk, lest they betray you.

Winter's Revenge.

Random cool weather in mid-April. Sure, it wasn't that cold, but I wore a sweater and turned on the car heater anyway.

It was glorious.

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On the TMI front (because this is a personal blog and that's what bloggers do and it's late and I have nothing more important to write about and wow that's a lot of "and's")... I have a middle ear infection. Suck. With all the antibiotic pills I've got to finish off, I should be nice and bacteria-free by the end of the week. (Take that, evil bacteria.)

Which brings me to a good life lesson: Don't spin on a desk chair while on medication, no matter how slow your computer is. Just don't.

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This post will probably look really stupid in the morning. :)

Timewaster.

Behold, my new Facebook addiction: Pieces of Flair



Well, it's something to do when the cold medicine is taking over and you can't find the mental energy to read anymore... and at least I'm not sending all my friends random, annoying flair just to get more points.

Yet.

So old school.

I get sidetracked way too easily for my own good.

Somewhere between the coffee and trying to write something substantial, I decided to play with Google Reader. I've never bothered with feed subscriptions or anything before, but I heard a conversation at work about it, and it piqued my curiosity. My idea of keeping up with blogs was pretty much, well... clicking all the links in my own Blogroll (to the right. read them. they're good people.) But now with just a click or a URL copy/paste, I can keep up with everyone as every new post from all over the web shows up on one convenient page? Brilliant!

Needless to say, discovering fire and inventing the wheel must have felt something like this.

(Yes, I know... woefully behind. Or maybe just lazy.)

Oh dear.

The secret's out. Google is really Deep Thought.

Now if only it could figure out "The Question"...


Today's lesson: When you're recovering from a trip to the dentist and being doped up on Novocaine, little things like this (and accidentally getting a venti iced vanilla chai when you really paid for a tall) make the afternoon so much better. <3