Anhydrous Wit

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Plant Food for Thought

While looking at Boxwoods for work, I saw a cultivar called 'Vardar Valley'.  Instantly, a song got stuck in my head.  It happened this way.  (Don't worry; it's a very short explanation.)  "Vardar" sounds like "Sardar", from the song "Procession of the Sardar" that I played way back in high school band.

(If I'm lucky, that song will be stuck in your head all afternoon, because misery loves company.)

Friday, July 21, 2017

I Like Alternative Music

I'll admit it.  I like bagpipes.  I like polkas (and accordion music, in general).  As I worked this morning, I had Youtube play calliope music quietly in the background.  This afternoon, I think I'll listen to Mummers music.

What?  What did you think I meant?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

And Now the Key to the Kingdom

The employee who arrives first and unlocks the gate every day is on vacation.  He left me the key, since I'm usually the second person to get to work.  First a new throne, now a key.  You might warn me that, "Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown."  Fortunately, I have no wish to depose the king.  I'm quite happy being the court jester -- the Chlorophool, if you will.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

It's Really a Throne

Our office manager decided that we all needed new desk chairs.  (I did not ask for this.  In fact, our boss replaced the broken caster on my chair so that we wouldn't need to buy a new one.)  Four of the desk chairs now match.  The manager realized that my chair would have to have a higher seat (even with adjustment the others were too low), so mine is different.  It has a high, leather (or faux leather) back, but the others have low, mesh backs.  Mine looks more like an executive chair among secretaries' chairs.  (I did not ask for this.)

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Mmm, Donuts!

I have a T-shirt which states, "Donuts made me smart."  Since I am The Man With A T-Shirt From Everywhere, you know that must be true.  And, if you have an idea where the extra donut-fat is stored in my body, you know why I'm such a smartass.

This morning and yesterday morning, I thought I smelled a jelly donut in the office.  It didn't come from my coworkers in the office, as only one of them eats while working, and she eats granola bars.  Is hallucinating jelly donut smell a sign of something?

That got me wondering about President Kennedy.  Some people say that his statement Ich bin ein Berliner should be translated as, "I am a jelly donut."  If he had been speaking in Hamburg rather than Berlin, he would have said Ich bin ein Hamburger.