Good Touch, Bad Touch

I saw this in a public restroom the other day. (and yes, I decided to take a picture with my cell phone.)
Does anyone else think it creepy to have something called "Nice Touch" in a public bathroom?
"Now show me on this doll where the soap dispenser touched you."

Find that smell

Yesterday, a friend of mine asked me to come over to play "Find That Smell;" a game which one shouldn't play without a respirator. Unfortunately, wearing a respirator defeats the purpose of playing name that smell.

The smell first occurred when he steam cleaned the carpets in his room. Apparently, the cleaning process brought out the gremlins of smelly years gone past.

At the start of the game, my olfactory was confused by the pungent aroma of cat-pee-drenched cardboard that wafted liberally about the room.

In the end, the best I could offer was the analysis that his room smelled like wet cardboard . . . no, on second thought, cardboard made wet by urine.

So it is with such places. Hopefully a second, or third good steam cleaning will do the trick.

Work Discussions

I got back to my desk at one point today to find I've been included on an IM between one of our receptionists and one of our techs.

Jeanine says:
ticket # 70290 is close to expiring. Can someone take this call or let me know when they can call back?
Garret says:
Kate Forster (Sandra Bullock) is moving out from her lake house, built all of it with glass. She is a doctor and has just begin to work in a hospital in Chicago, moving to a new flat in the center of the city. Alex Wyler (Keanu Reeves) is the new owner of the lake house, a young architect who's working in the construction of a new complex of houses at the city skirts. Alex and Kate are maintaining a correspondence, talking about the house matters, sending each other letters, which are put in the lake house's letter box. But a strange thing is happening. . . .dun dun dun
Jeanine says:
Garret what are you doing?
Garret says:
sorry
Jeanine says:
Can someone take this ticket?
Garret says:
The lake house
Jeanine says:
just take the ticket!
Garret says:
best story of all time
Jeanine says:
Yes, I recognized the synopsis!
Garret says:
I'm taking 70263

Just so odd . . .

quod me nutrit me destruit

I heard this phrase for the first time today. "quod me nutrit me destruit" It means "That which nourishes me destroys me."

Then I saw the girl who usually shares desk space with me.

Oh Wendy, Quod me nutrit me destruit!

Stoners

I've been trying to get a photo of two guys who've I've nicknamed "The Ferry Stoners."

The come by the office here, walk down into the trees by the river and toke on up.

The amusing part is when they come back. One of them, a very emo, girl-pant wearing nappy hair having, dude loves to dance.

And we love to watch.

When they come, you might find a dozen or two people standing in plate-glass windows watching the Ferry Stoner do his ferry stoner dance.

It took a while before we figured out it was a dude. When I get a picture, I'll be sure to share it.

Graduated Urinal

I just had what I think could be a stellar idea -- a new fad even.

The Graduated Urinal.

You could have little marks that indicate the volume of Urine expelled.

Now girls might think this disgusting, but guys will have to admit, when they watch the urinal fill you can't help but ask yourself, "I drank 32 oz of coke, how much am I now getting rid of?"