I had a co-worker propose the following riddle: In a sealed room there’s a refrigerator with the door open. Will the room increase or decrease in temperature? I said it’d increase over time due to the 2nd Law of thermodynamics and after I got a blank-eyed stare stated that “the fridge generates more heat than it takes away”. He looked at me grinning, said I was wrong, and stated that he never said it was plugged in. I said his point was stupid and he called me unobservant, I shucked off the point until I remember as with most situations at work, there’s a XKCD comic that discusses it. I found it.
Tag: work
Dicked over Creative Commons
I’m a pretty strong advocate of Creative Commons, in dreams after I fight Communists with Superman Lawrence Lessig, Cory Doctorow and I fight patent trolls and shorten the copyright sunset period. Anyway, I purchased two books licensed under Creative Commons from Amazon, because I wanted the pretty binding and not having to read from a screen. I haven’t gotten the books, and I don’t think I will. But it’s Creative Commons. At any time, I could print out the entire thing at work and just read it, but that’s not the point, dammit. I want my book to read, at work, while I’m on the can, avoiding work, I don’t want to print it there too, even I’m not that much a mooch.
Knife in Desk Drawer
I regularly bake and bring cakes and such to work and on Wednesday I brought peanut butter brownies but forgot to take the knife I used home. I use a large chef’s knife because well, I bought an extra during a buying binge brought on by a combination of Amazon Prime, One Click Purchasing and 20% off homewares. The knife had been cleaned by someone (thanks, anonymous coworker!) and placed rather plainly on my desk, where I imagine it’s sat for two days scaring and peaking the curiosity of passersby. I put it in the pen slot in my desks center drawer and later scared the shit (figuratively) out of a coworker who rooted into my desk to borrow a pen only to find the knife sitting there.
In the discussion afterwards we decided to put a label of some sort on the knife and these recommendations fell into some general categories:
- Warning: “Don’t touch my pens!” or “The cake is a lie!”
- Women’s Name: Either something cute or mellifluous “Becky” or “Samantha”
- Women’s Name: Creepy or Crazy “Mildred” or “Ophelia”
- Title: “The Lasseratrix”, “Razor’s Envy” or “Truthbringer”
- Emotion: “Passion” or “Desire”
Tell me what you think.
Power to the Pastry
One of the benefits of having a fat malcontent that likes baking on your payroll is the periodic air-drop of baked goods. On Monday I made veggie/vegan brownies (made with real vegans!) and Continue reading
Reason I'm going to hell #248
I made the following joke today through a long strain of association.
Q: What did the epileptic get at the restaurant instead of the soup?Continue reading
Wawa's coffee
I usually purchase a breakfast sandwich on the way into work/school for 2.11 plus tax and use that as my breakfast fortified with whatever I can find in work. But lately Wawa’s been running a promotion where any breakfast sandwich and any sized coffee is 1.99, cheaper than the sandwich alone so I’ve taken to getting coffee.
Recently though, the coffee has given me terrible diarrhea and the following’s resulted:
Coworker: Every morning at about 8:00 Am you seem to go.
Me: Yeah.
Coworker: Do you have a high fiber breakfast or something?
Me: No, I’ve been getting free Wawa coffee, in fact better than free but Wawa coffee gives me terrible diarrhea.
Coworker: So why don’t you stop drinking it?
Me: Then I’d feel I wasted it.
Coworker: So why don’t you stop getting it then?
Me: But, it’s free.
Wawa's coffee
I usually purchase a breakfast sandwich on the way into work/school for 2.11 plus tax and use that as my breakfast fortified with whatever I can find in work. But lately Wawa’s been running a promotion where any breakfast sandwich and any sized coffee is 1.99, cheaper than the sandwich alone so I’ve taken to getting coffee.
Recently though, the coffee has given me terrible diarrhea and the following’s resulted:
Coworker: Every morning at about 8:00 Am you seem to go.
Me: Yeah.
Coworker: Do you have a high fiber breakfast or something?
Me: No, I’ve been getting free Wawa coffee, in fact better than free but Wawa coffee gives me terrible diarrhea.
Coworker: So why don’t you stop drinking it?
Me: Then I’d feel I wasted it.
Coworker: So why don’t you stop getting it then?
Me: But, it’s free.
Kickstart the birthing process
One of my coworkers is preparing to have her first child in early April and as the delivery date approaches she’s scheduled lab testing such that tests involving loud startling noises occur far from when her baby’s due. She was not amused by my attempt to schedule random double-blind starter pistol testing for late March.
Dressed for disease
Next Friday, everyone at work is encouraged to wear red to support women with heart disease. I think the Friday afterwards attractive women should wear low cut purple tops and short skirts to support men with erectile dysfunction.
This post void if removed
I’m doing they type of testing I hate, where it’s busy enough that you can’t do anything else at the same time and dull enough that you’d envy sorting sand by size. In the two minute testing cycle I have one 25 second break and one 17 second break where I stare at the stuff around me. It’s also not easy enough that I can hold more than bits of conversation while doing it, so it may be the dullest test I’ve done to date.
Anyway, while staring around I started looking at all the calibration stickers in the lab that I could see from my station and noticed one that was partly peeled and said “CALIBRATION VOID IF REMOVED”. Most of the time, a shitty cellophane tape is used so it’s obvious if they’re removed, except for this one looked matte rather than glossy so during my 25 second break I started picking at it and peeled it off. I looked on the other size and imprinted on the back was this: Avery EZ-reMOVE. So, how did I use my new weapon? I placed it over the casette deck section of the boom box so one of my co-workers could put any of his gaiye free-jazz tapes.