It’s moments like this:

Yes my inner geek is really shining today, it’s been highly repressed for a bit.

Update: Is there a line better than “Basically, RUN!”?

Update 2: Yes I had to use a 2nd video the first one was pulled.

Q: How do you know that it’s true that the “Insult the neighbors meme” has failed?

Via Glenn, watching the new media argument is going to be fun, they certainly aren’t going to change the one they have.

Market Basket supermarkets Friday had a big poster up on the windows offering a fully cooked and prepared “Holiday” dinner for purchase. The poster showed all the fixing of either Ham and Turkey etc.

I was ready to get upset when I took a closer look at the poster and realized that it was something that could be re-used for Thanksgiving and Christmas. It is the same dinner and would certainly be an acceptable choice if you don’t want to cook.

Since the dinner is the same and Market Basket has a bunch of stores that would need multiple copies of these very large posters for each location it would seem to me foolish to make duplicates for different holidays.

So although this is normally a pet peeve for me and others I’ll give them a pass, after all its not like they are a Catholic College or something.

A difference in perspective

Posted: April 5, 2010 by datechguy in oddities
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Living in New England when we get a couple of feet of snow it’s a pain in the neck but no big deal. However if you mention that to someone from the south or the southwest it blows their minds that it doesn’t bother us.

Reading this post by Little Miss Attila, the same thought in reverse comes to mind when it comes to quakes it all comes down to what you are used to.

And this one, today? I was in the kitchen, puttering around and getting Easter dinner together, when I heard a noise and went off to investigate. It sounded like something in the laundry nook or the pantry, and I didn’t relish the notion that rodents had made their way into either space. But I couldn’t see anything wrong in either area, and merely filed it away as one more thing to check into this week: an additional burden. Because there was clearly a problem with the pipes, or in the laundry room, or in the back of the pantry—and I didn’t want to have to pull everything out and find out what it was. So I went grimly out into the living room, where my mother and my husband were discussing “magnitude.”

“An earthquake?” I asked. “Thank God.”

“You must have been walking,” my mother remarked. “That’s why you didn’t feel it.”

“Yeah, I was,” I replied. “But you’ve made me very happy.”

I’m sorry but when I hear earthquake, my first thought is destruction and death, but it sounds to me like I have to start to adjust my perspective.

Glad to hear they are ok anyway.