I just tried to find what time we hold Climb On Safely training at Ockanickon by looking for it on wikipedia.

Storm at camp, all fine, evacuated to the dining hall, no biggie.  One of our staff members after receiving medication promptly faceplanted near the podium. Later while trying to roust him, he had trouble getting up so a staff member was sent to see that he made it to his site.
Bill III: M. is in totem.
Tom L.: Get him to his tent, he needs to sleep in his own tent.
Bill III: He’s not asleep, he appears to be eating cheese.
Tom L.: Totem residents have the right to kick out…
Bill M: TELL HIM TO STOP EATING MY GOD-DAMN CHEESE.
Tom L: people staying past curfew.

Each staffer over 18 must serve as duty officer once every two weeks to act as evening manager, I made a form to sort out who can and wants what when.
Anthony Celona- I would prefer the following days: Friday.  I am unavailable the following days: Friday.

I enjoy a quality lemon in my diet cola moreso than most men.  In fact, I think I may be becoming a lemon snob.  At [insert stereotypical Italian Restaurant’s name here] after a number of citrus misfires causes by dainty and completely ineffective lemon rounds I ask for the server to just bring me a God-damn lemon as I was going to cut my own wedges.

I’m a big fan of games that don’t make a terrible amount of sense.  Today, we played Infectious Disease High-Noon.  Normally, in high noon, someone points to a person in a circle, that person ducks and the other two people have a quick draw match in the first person to say “Bang” wins.  In my version, people had to name an infectious disease and the other person had to list the prophylactic if they didn’t they were out, if they did, the other person is out.  The person in the center pointed to someone:
Nick Lutz: Scurvy!
Chris Crose: Bang!
Go, New Lodge Secretary.

Everyday, Matt buys two diet Cokes from the vending machine in the cafeteria and pays $1.50 for each of them.  I told him he should just buy a couple six packs and store them in the fridge.  He laughed at this stating how little time he had to go to the store, I indicated I’d sell him diet Cokes for a dollar and stock the fridge for him.  I’ve been doing it for a bit until I was stopped in the lunch room by the food service manager.
“I know what you’re doing, and I don’t like it.  Stop, or you may have some problems.”  Racketeering out of a cafeteria?  Welcome to New Jersey.

I had to set up a sequence of lab apparatus today to test the pull strength of pouch adhesives.  This test involves suspending weights and normally the rig is set up for one at a time.  I had to do 20 so I got a little creative and using a T shaped lab stand suspended said set-ups from the stand.  But there was one crucial problem:  The set-ups were about as stable as soap opera wives and had to be precisely weighted to stay upright.  This was fine until a pouch failed, dropped its weight and caused the whole 45 lb apparatus to fail.  After running it a couple times and trying various set-ups I don’t think I could have made it any more dangerous if I added spinning razor blades.

I was stopped in the warehouse today by a gentleman in the mailroom.
Him: So, how do you come up with your amazing ideas in R&D?  You must spend hours reading all those trade publications that go up stairs to see what’s on the cutting edge.
Me: Not really, I mean, it’s a shit bag, better holographic embedded plastics aren’t really going to help us.  Most of our ideas come in dreams or off of cereal boxes.
Him: And you guys, like patent ideas, no?  That’s got to be crazy.
Me: Well, it’s mostly uninteresting stuff like “an improved odor control pathway through an attached ostomy device.  I think you’re giving us too much credit.
Him: I’ll stop interrupting, you’ve probably got new ways of saving lives and improving elder care to do…
Him: Yeah, that.
After that conversation I felt bad sitting at my desk reading gizmodo.com and uncyclopedia.org for the next two hours.

Dave held a grilling feast at his home and I did as was customary for any Robinson food function: I threw the left overs in the lawn.  Dave was very accommodating about this until I started throwing strawberry pits onto his lawn.
Dave: What are you doing?
Me: Don’t worry, some animal will come and eat it.
Dave: My dog’s an indoor dog and the biggest this we have come through here are squirrels.
Me: Looks like you have some work to do.  It also looks like you have other people that live next to you, what are they called…
Dave: Neighbors.
Me: Touche….

Apparently when Joe Naylor is in a dream and he’s been beat in strip kickball by the team from the Lingerie Bowl dressed in Kool Whip and Israeli Couscous he visits Kevin Ott’s cloud castle where he arms himself with the guns from Ghost Busters to fight undead commie Nazis with Superman voiced by Mr. T.