Our Old House Was Burgled, Too

Just read this on my old neighborhood association e-list -- I'm not sure if this was our old unit or the one attached to us:

"Our neighbor in the duplexes on Barton Hills Dr. had their front door kicked in during the day, Thursday April 13th, and things stolen.

Police said the bolts holding the metal thing that the locks fit into need to be at least 3 inches long. Theirs was only an inch so the door kicked in easily."

So, we might have been burgled no matter where we were. . .

Bomb Bomb Bomb Iran

We are living in a very ripe time for parody, aren't we. . .

(click on title)

Gilmore Girls Stole My Line!

"It's all about the Hamiltons, baby!"

Well, they stole it from SNL's Lazy Sunday, and SNL must have "liberated" it from me.

I know, I know, it's probably independent invention -- all over the land, poor folk like me who don't have the Benjamins are very concerned about the Hamiltons.

The Korean Egg Council . . .

has done its job. While S. mowed the lawn and planted some plants yesterday, i made a fritatta with:

eggs
onion
teeny new potatoes
fresh rosemary
asparagus
teeny grape tomatoes
freshly grated parmesan cheese
pinch of salt
freshly ground pepper
olive oil

we also had Rosie's Salsa Verde, (which didn't seem to overpower the rosemary -- I was afraid of that) warm rolls and fresh pineapple. the fritatta came out great, except for the part of one little side that got too much of the broiler -- this was the first time I've used the broiler. so, 3/4 of the fritatta was perfect.

i hadn't thought about eating eggs in years, but after a week of the "i love egg" song going through my head, i couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Eggs! Get your eggs, here!
Fresh and white eggs are here!

Wiggle jiggle, yellow middle,
That's the best of what you are (I love you egg)
White and tender, surround the center
Cozy, sitting in the crackling shell.

Vitamins and minerals in you,
Oodles of the proteins, too (oodle doodle!).
Popular and perfect and,
so complete in every way (I love you egg, egg!)

Come into my tummy, oh so very yummy!
Crack crack crack - chip a chip away your shell
and come to me - get your eggs!

I love you (fresh eggs!)
I love you (white eggs!)
Really really love you so (egg egg egg egg!)
Eggs, I really love you like the sky above (eggs are the best!).

I love you (fresh eggs!)
I love you (white eggs!)
Really really love you so (egg egg egg egg!)
Three hundred and sixty five days,
I really love you so!
I really love you so!"

Please! MAKE IT STOP!!!!

I Love Egg. . .

and I can't get this song outta my head!

This site is in Korean -- on the upper right side, there are two clouds with blue linings -- one has two lines of Korean under it -- click on the upper line to hear the song in Korean, and the lower line to hear it in English. "Eggs! Get your eggs here! Fresh and white eggs are here!"

and it's apparently been around for a while -- how could I have missed it?!!

Yet More Underpants of Science

The middle picture was taken looking down from a second floor balcony. If you need underpants explanations, click on the title above.

Underpants of Science Museum Continued

I am a "Friend of the Underpants"!

04.03.06 The Firing Line - Opinion

(see the first letter)
I have some more of Dave G's pictures that I'll try to put up at lunch.

The Underpants of Science Museum

This exhibit was removed this morning before I could view it, but Dave from our library took a few pictures. Apparently someone complained so the police showed up and got the maintenence crew to remove it. The police then went from office to office asking if any of us wanted to file charges! Uh, no, we want the exhibit to be reinstated!

Click on the title above to get more information about this fine, fine example of Guerilla Art.

You can't see it very well in the picture, but Feynman has no underwear -- there is a sign that says, "None, Baby!"

I've Sent Altogether Too Much Monk-e-Mail this week

The best one was the one I sent to a friend who is a biologist -- the monkey said, "Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny". I've infected my workspace with this -- someone sent me one on Monday, I sent messages to my staff, they sent messages to their friends in the dean's office, and by Wednesday or Thursday, someone had dared to sent one to a dean -- who came into her office and told her, "No more candy for you today!"

Dude -- you're supposed to tell her that via Monk-e-mail!

(frankly I'm a bit surprised it took so long to spread to the Dean.)

As SRI said, "The developers of the ARPANET are rolling in their graves."

And as RDH, a co-worker commented, "Who needs IM when you've got monk-e-mail!"