Long ago, I resigned myself to the fact that Google will eventually take over the world. As of today, Google has the final piece of the puzzle.

My blog.

That’s right. I’m moving my blog to the Google-owned Bloogle, or whatever it’s called. It’s “blogspot” in the url. The new address: http://jameystegmaier.blogspot.com Please join me there for ( Read more... )

The Caroline Vault #2: The Yawn Destroyer

I don’t remember when it started, but a while back, I was in the midst of an extremely gratifying, 5 second + yawn when, just as it was coming to an end, I realized Jamey had put his finger in my mouth. He has since made a habit out of this. He doesn’t do it every time I yawn; maybe 1 out of every 10 when ( Read more... )

The Caroline Vault

Alas, Caroline didn’t meet her deadline today. I tried to get Ole’ Crusty to fill in, but he’s working the runway tonight (at the airport-he’s an air-traffic controller on odd Tuesdays). The Vault will be back tomorrow.

Just In: Japanese Conquer Fear

Reading that, I’m sure you think, “I didn’t know the Japanese feared anything.” ( Read more... )

The Top 10 Festivus Grievances of 2007

Without further adieu, here are the top grievances of 2007, as presented at my Festivus party. They were selected by me and ranked by a person who wishes to remain nameless (this person thinks that people will be able to guess who he/she is by his/her comments, which are in brackets. Also, that person added ( Read more... )

 
The Lunch Thief

So, I work at a Catholic Student Center. The same Catholics that are supposed to abide by a little commandment called “Thou shall not steal.” However, I’ve discovered that there are exceptions to that rule when it comes to the main fridge at the CSC.

The other day, I put a tuna casserole in the fridge for lunch. I ate half for ( Read more... )

Tier 3

Let’s start off today with the Tier 3 grievances, again in no particular order:

Stringent NFL touchdown celebration rules.

The word “irregardless!”

Bad bosses! (four people echoed this sentiment)

People who take the drinks I bring to a party.

People who say “warsh.”

The “Delila” song/any Fergie song.

John “Can’t Find My Own House/Pants/Children/ ( Read more... )

This week’s blog entries are devoted to Festivus, both the holiday itself and the party I held this past Saturday. Today I’ll hit on the main topics, and I’ll branch out tomorrow and Wednesday.

The Party

First, I want to say that I really appreciate everyone who came out to my fourth annual Festivus party. I know a lot of people had exams and ( Read more... )

The Tortoise and the Hair

A few days ago, I was pulling on my boxers when I noticed a light hair wavering on my hip. Figuring it to be a loose hair that had settled there, I brushed it away. It didn’t move. I tugged on it, and realized that it was attached to me. This is odd because (a) the hair was over two inches long, and (b) it was perfectly ( Read more... )

 
Does Money Grow on Plastic Trees?

After my dumpster-crawling experience on Friday, I helped decorate the Center for Christmas. I spent a fair amount of time adorning a large plastic deciduous tree with white bows (it now looks like an overdressed poodle). While I was working on this project, I got to wondering, who designs plastic trees? Who ( Read more... )

Rookie Mistakes

Thirty minutes into the fourth day at my new job as Director of Operations at the Catholic Student Center, I found myself sifting through the contents of a dumpster.

Let me back up. The new job-it’s a newly created position, and my only boss is the extremely busy Father Gary, so I basically have no guidance at all. I basically spent ( Read more... )