M: “You’re gonna be the hottest girl there.” H: “That’s because I have all my teeth.”
I could care LESS about beach volleyball. More table tennis, please.
NBC is busting out the old-school John Tesh basketball theme bumpers for Beijing Olympics. Nice!
The person running the technical sales-related end of our site just divulged that she does not know what Opera is, as in the browser. Eek.
While talking with my friend and co-worker Tyler the other day, he told me a rumor that he had heard about one of the studios here at the station and how it would be renovated in the year 2010.
Tyler did not say “twenty ten” or “two thousand ten” when referring to this year.
He said, “I heard it would happen in oh-ten.”
And then he corrected himself, but I’ve caught myself often saying “oh-ten” when referring to the year 2010. Makes sense, right? Oh-eight, oh-nine, oh-ten.
Just like writing the previous year on your checks in early January, I think oh-ten might become a common way to refer to 2010 before we come up with a “real” shorthand way of expressing that year.
There will be no oh-eleven, however.
Idiot ad agency constantly asks me to fire up the flux capacitor to get screenshots of the (public) site from past months. Get yourselves.
the IRS *really* doesn’t want to talk to you about your stimulus payment, and why it’s not reached you yet.
Bloomsburg, PA has the nicest wal-mart I have ever seen