Mind Wipe

[amberdulen]

Someone tell me a funny story; I need to de-angst for an hour or two until work lets out and I can break down properly.

ETA: Okay, my funny story. I'm taking notes on a job and the radiant tube is a 7" inside diameter by 200" effective length, a U-shaped tube. I just now noticed how I wrote that down:

7" ID x 200" eff U

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[lookingland]

mmmm pie

: D

[bradmessner]

There once was a man from Nan.....

oh wait, that isn't a funny story. sorry. :-/

[jd3000]

Okay, so it's the weekly movie night with my family (since I no longer live with my folks and little sisters, we regularly do little things together) and Sister3 (the youngest, but who's smart enough to know better) has chosen the marvelously drecky talking-puppy-in-peril flick Napoleon.

So we're suffering through this little gem of a film in which Nappy gets carried off in a wicker basket festooned with helium party balloons from his home in suburban Sydney to a wilderness isle within sight of the skyline, gets attacked by a psychotic housecat, meets up with tremendously annoying talking animals of various stripes, gets into nonexciting adventures and so on and so forth. At one point, a scene finally jogs my interest, and I observe, "I thought koalas were nocturnal!"

Dad stares at me, and incredulously asks, "Everything in this movie and you're wondering why koalas are shown in the daytimeMuch raucous laughter and sheepish expressions abound, and from then on, we've called a nitpick in a movie filled with fantasy and ridiculousness

[amberdulen]

irked_indeed has at least one story along these lines; ask him if he stops by!

[irked_indeed]

*stops by*

I've a couple of stories- though they're all credit to my dad and his Highly Selective Plot Hole Detector. The best comes from watching Chicken Run together (spoilers, don'cha know); after over an hour of chickens talking, scheming, knitting, dancing, and tunnelling to freedom, we reached the big ending: they make a plane.

My dad has no problem with this. Doesn't bat an eye.

A couple of minutes later, one of the chickens reveals that she's holding the rope with Mrs. Tweedy attached, grins, and releases the lady to whatever fate awaits below.

My dad: "Oh, come on! A chicken couldn't hold that much weight."

... We never let him live it down.

Hope your day got better, A.

[kalquessa]

My brother and sister have been taking a couple of history classes together this semester and on every essay or test they hand in they refer to historical figures by pet names. Queen Elizabeth is Liz, Siddhartha Gautama is Sid. All the Roberts are Bob, the Edwards are Eddy, the non-Anglo names are all shortened to funny diminutive forms. What I find amazing is that that their professors do not object to essay test answers that go "Sid grew up in a very sheltered environment. Then one day his parents died, and Sid was shocked--shocked I tell you!--to discover that people got old and sick and died."

[godgivensmile]

Need I remind you... "Oink...Yoink"