This year’s best pumpkin picture goes to this guy. I love it. See previous picks.

I hate it when I have two WBQotW posts back to back. It can only mean that I’ve been so busy at work that my blog has gone yet another week (or three) without proper attention. And the way things are looking, it will be another week (or three) before the job slows down enough that I can get back to blogging regularly.

Election day is coming. No matter how stupid the process seems, get out there and vote!

Sign at a polling place: If you are blind or cannot read, ask for assistance.

According to Einstein, the faster you go the less time you experience. So if you’re sitting in a boring lecture, that really is the longest hour of your life. And the faster you rush around trying to meet a deadline, the less time you’ll have to meet it. Just thought I’d start your week of with some very depressing science. You’re welcome.

A seminar on time travel will be held two weeks ago.

More Ernie goodness. I remember actually trying this on Lake Meredith. No matter how loud, it never worked. All it did was irritate my brother.

Clicky clicky.

Dear Johnny Carino’s Waitress,

I’m sorry I can not be more personal in my greeting, but you never told us your name. You were the short one with the northeastern accent (New Jersey maybe?).

Thanks for the great service. Our food was terrific (so let the cooks know I said, “Muy bueno!”).

In particular, I wanted to thank you for offering to box up our left-overs for us. Your idea of putting my wife’s shrimp scampi into the *lid* of the box rather than the bottom, was really ingenious. This was the only way you could defeat the well engineered lip around the box that would have kept the olive oil and butter sauce *inside* the box. By putting the goods in the lid, you insured that we could enjoy the aroma of garlic and butter for days as it coated everything else in the doggie bag. Our refrigerator will remind us of our great dining experience for days to come.

I can’t thank you enough for granting me the slippery sensation on my fingers when I discovered that my to-go box of steak had a wonderful sheen of olive oil all over it. I wish you could have shared our laughter as we found that the olive oil wouldn’t even rinse out of the sink (where I placed said box after dripping oil across the kitchen floor) without a good dose of dishwashing soap. Ha ha haaa wheeeee

Thanks again,

Trint