Mild Amusement

As I've mentioned before, I use Google Reader to track various RSS feeds . It helps me to keep up with various sites and stories that I find interesting and/or educational, so I like it quite a bit. On most days, I read my posts and go about my business. Recently, though, there was a post that made things anything but just another post on any other day. To begin with, the post that came up on my feed was from a site called "Clients From Hell." In hindsight, the title on the thing was "NSFW Work Opportunity," so I should've known that this was going to be awfully interesting. Now, I should also mention that I usually read my feeds while at work. So a post that says " NSFW " made me a little leery. Still, it showed up on my feed, and those posts are generally text-only, so I figured I'd take my chances. If you haven't already read the post, the story is about a guy who asks a designer to make his anatomy look bigger in a "risque pr...

A while back, I had dinner with a friend. This was someone I've known for a while, so we were both pretty comfortable around each other. That meant that no one had to pull any punches, and we both heard the raw truth when it came to telling our stories. Of course, that also meant that the conversation was infinitely more hilarious as a result. To begin with, I knew that she was dealing with some drama in her life at the moment (she claimed that it followed her around). I didn't quite know the source of all the drama, but I knew something was up. So, I asked her what was going on. I won't go in to the gory details, but she was dealing with someone who had once been a friend. Things had gotten messy for a while, and she had ultimately cut her ties with this person. Things didn't stay that way. The ex-friend had made something of a half-hearted attempt to reconnect, in the form of an email. Without being a gossip, suffice it to say that my friend did not think it was gen...

A short while back, I stopped by my friend's house warming party. I hadn't seen the guy in a while, so I was looking forward to catching up with him. As it turned out, there were a bunch of people at the shindig, so I got to talk to my share of his other friends. That would end up causing quite a bit of laughter. You see, both my buddy and his girlfriend played quite a bit of ultimate Frisbee, so many of their friends came from that social circle. So when I would ask someone how they knew the hosts, it wasn't unheard of to hear, "oh I played ultimate with one of them." It was interesting meeting this other social circle, but the best part, by far, was when I met one of them who happened to be a trainer of some sort. When she told me she played with the hosts, I replied with something along the lines of, "oh cool, not me, though. I don't play ultimate." Taking that as her cue, she launched into a one-woman game of What Does Sam Play Then? Mind you, ...

A while back, I was looking for a new dentist. I had actually missed a couple of appointments with the previous dentist, and I wasn't particularly thrilled with the original one. So, I figured I'd hunt around for a new dentist, and give that person a try. In the worst case, I could just switch back. It seemed like a pretty reasonable plan, but little did I know what in store for me. It started out much the same as any other doctor appointment: with paperwork. I filled out my information, waited for my turn, and then sauntered in when they called my name. That's when things started to get interesting. Since I hadn't ever been to that particular office before, they needed to get x-rays of my teeth. I'd done that before, so I wasn't surprised (though I've never been a big fan of the process). However, the assistant who helped me did raise an eyebrow. You see, she had a super raspy voice. I noticed right away, but I didn't say anything. What was I going to...