Virtual Flaneurism

Stolen from Kristie, from Overheard in Court:

Q. Now let’s go back to Exhibit 18. It looks to me like this pump submittal from SRV is dated Oct. 14, 2002. Right?

A. That’s the date of this letter, correct.

Q. Okay. And SRV was required to submit this pump submittal five days after the execution of the contract, which they received on Oct. 9. So 14 minus 9 is how many?

A. I don’t know. I need a calculator.

Q. You need a calculator to subtract 9 from 14?

A. Yeah.

Q. You’re the project engineer on a $5 million infrastructure project, and you’re telling me you need a calculator to subtract 9 from 14?

A. We always have calculators.

Q. Really, you can’t subtract 9 from 14 without a calculator?

A. It’s 6.

Q. Actually, Ms. ______, I think it’s 5.

A. I think I told you I need a calculator.

I was doing piss-ups for years before Tosh's flabby arms squabbled their way out of his mother's catacombs of a womb.

Well, put this at the top of the list of "Things Giving Me Nightmares Tonight".

I. LOVE. JOBY.

I worry that my appreciation for this song is emblematic of the bad side of my music taste.

This song came on the radio while I was in the car the other day, and it has been stuck in my head ever sense. God damn Bobby Brown.

From Miss Eliza:

This would be funnier if the text read "TAYL".

This music video is generic schloop, but I like the song.

This may perhaps be the last Christmas-related post of the year! May the boring, holiday-less and frigid first quarter of the year commence.

The problem with this invention is not the execution, but the fact that it denies me the opportunity to squash the hell out of the damn spider.