don’t lick that pig
Oct 2nd
“Yes, I need a username and password to register for the testing.”
“OK, what are you trying to login to?”
“The webpage where I can sign up for testing.”
“What website is that?”
“The Department of Health website to sign up for H1N1 testing, I need to sign up everyone here.”
“…ma’am, this is the computer support desk for your company, you’ll probably need to contact the Department of Health for that, since it’s their website.”
“Oh, I can’t get you to do that?”
“No ma’am, not until H1N1 starts affecting computers.”
Well, it is a virus.
(ba dum bum)
teaching bathroom etiquette
Sep 29th
My Wife is a teacher, and if she had a blog she would have far funnier stories than I do. However, if she had a blog, she would probably get fired, because it’s kind of mean to make fun of four-year-olds and that’s apparently against the rules. I like my wife being employed, so I don’t bring it up much (read: “ever”) here. She has the patience of a thousand suns, and I’m not even sure what that means but I assure you it’s true. I couldn’t do her job (i.e. managing twenty-plus four-year-olds) if they were all on leashes.
The thing about 4k (four year old kindergarten, to those uninitiated) is that the kids can be at drastically different levels; some can read Tolstoy and some are showing up in diapers. What’s more is that some parents think their kids can read Tolstoy, but should in fact be wearing diapers. This becomes evident when they crap their pants three times a day and use “War and Peace” as a hat. Often parents don’t want to see an issue with their kids (which is totally understandable and I get it) but when your kid gets his pants sent home in a plastic bag every day for a week, YOUR KID IS NOT POTTY TRAINED. They might be experts as using the practice potty at home, but they don’t have those in school.
All this is a leadup to my next point: if you ever send a kid off to school, please make them practice using a public restroom. This is not something that teachers should have to teach, especially these days when you can get sued for everything. Can you imagine the terror a little boy must feel when confronted with a urinal for the first time, and how terrified the teacher must feel explaining how to use it?
Bathroom etiquette is an essential life skill, and I feel that it should be taught at a young age. There is nothing that can kill your promising career faster than making a restroom faux pas in front of the CEO of your company. Unfortunately, any list that I would compile would be completely devoid of information for half of my readers, so I have enlisted the help of Shine to fill in the blank spaces. Yes, you read that right, Shine and I combined our twisted brains and created a list.
You have been warned.
Here is our guide to help all those restroomically challenged. Don’t say we never did anything for you.
Bathroom Etiquette for Both Men and Women
Do wash your hands. Even if you think nobody is watching, if everyone is following the first rule it means that the restroom is quiet and everyone can hear if you washed your hands or not. If you are in a restroom that is noisy, that means that it is a high-traffic restroom and you should absolutely wash your hands. If you scoff at this rule, you are a terrible human being and are likely responsible for the spread of swine flu in your office/home. Your coworkers thank you in advance.
Don’t talk on the phone. It’s fine if you want to do this at home, but in a public restroom? Please keep phone conversations to a minimum. I’d hate for you to drop your phone in the toilet.
Do flush the toilet or urinal. Every time. There are no exceptions to this rule. The automatic flush didn’t work? Use your hand, elbow, or foot. Remember, if you’re following the first rule, this isn’t a problem.
Don’t make noises that express your relief. Yes, we know, we’ve been there too, but please follow the first rule and keep vocalizations to a minimum. Plus, it is incredibly awkward to be standing next to someone who sounds either way too happy or way too frustrated. Moaning, grunting, sighing, and anything similar is not allowed. Exception: if something is truly epic.
Do courtesy flush. You may have enjoyed your 2 pound burrito last night, but let’s not savor this particular moment. In fact, let’s do the opposite of savor and just make this moment end as soon as possible, so go ahead and flush twice.
Don’t take a stall or urinal right next to another person if there exists the possibility of leaving a spacer.
Exception: if your goal is to be creepy and make everyone uncomfortable around you.
Additional Exception: if you plan on playing games. But technically you should tell the other person in advance. Plan ahead!
Do exit the room as soon as possible. This isn’t a bar, so don’t hang around and discuss things that you can very easily discuss outside the room. Likewise…
Don’t stick your head under or over stalls. Seriously, you think that this would be common sense, but apparently some people were never taught that if you look under a stall door it’s a good way to get skullkicked.
Do make sure there’s plenty of toilet paper before you begin your business. Asking under the stall or doing the pants-around-your-knees waddle to another stall is a no-no, especially at the office.
Don’t talk about your friends/boss/coworkers/boyfriend/girlfriend. You never know who might be lurking in the next stall. Of course, if your significant other is lurking in the next stall, there exists a strong possibility that one of you is very much in the wrong room. Just to be safe, hide in the stall until the end of the workday, and then make your escape.
Men Specific Rules:
Don’t have conversations in the men’s room. It is OK to talk, but your sentences must be limited to no more than 2, and you may only make statements or questions that result in one word answers. Example: “How are you doing?” “Good.” You are not allowed to ask questions that require a lengthy response. Example: “Can you tell me how to use Outlook?” This is bad form.
Jay Rule: If two person’s are on the same “footing” (urinal, sink, standing in line), and you actually know and have a relationship with the person you’re next to outside of the restroom, it is acceptable to speak. Word of caution however: you may still be making other people in the restroom uncomfortable with your vocalizations.
Do use the mirror to make sure your shirt is tucked in, your tie is straight, and you don’t have that thing where you splash water on your crotch when washing your hands. It’s the men’s room, not the slob’s room.
Don’t drop your pants all the way to your ankles at the urinal. Granted, this step is more for beginners, but there is nothing to be gained but complete trouser removal. Unfortunately this very, very critical piece of information might not be taught to boys if they are in a female-only household, and there is always one kid in grade school who does this until 4th grade. Don’t be that kid.
Women Specific Rules
Don’t leave your feminine products for others to enjoy. Trust me, no one wants to look at your used tampon.
Do manage to keep your business (both the liquid and solid variety) in the actual toilet. Getting it on the floor is unacceptable. You’re a girl, for cryin’ out loud. It’s not like you have to aim that far. Unless you’re at a particularly skanky club and you don’t want to get anywhere near that toilet seat. In which case, go ahead and pee on the floor; everyone else probably has.
Don’t talk to your business. This isn’t Austin Powers. No one wants to listen to you sweet talk your poop. Or your grunting for that matter. I was once in a bathroom at school and the woman in the last stall was literally crooning and grunting at her poo. It was horrifying. Horrifying in that I couldn’t laugh and I had a really hard time holding it in. I got a cramp.
Do use the first stall. It’s nearly always the cleanest.
Don’t smear your feminine products all over the stall or floor. You’d be surprised at how many times I’ve found this in a bathroom. I don’t understand the entertainment value of making the bathroom stall look like Carrie at the prom.
We hope you have found this guide helpful. Remember to teach your young these habits early, because then the only thing holding them back is their intelligence.
halloween: how to guide for poor kids
Sep 25th
I have a college friend who has a blog at bad guy hideout, and she is hilarious. Ever since her role as Azrael the cat (my roommate was Gargamel in the same play, quick name that show) she’s been driving the funny bus (which is a lot like the short bus, but you’re allowed to laugh at it).
I went to school at University of Wisconsin-Madison, which is famous for its Halloween celebrations. I dove into this festival every year whole-heartedly, sometimes with 2-3 costumes (the Halloween weekend lasts from roughly ‘Thursday noon’ to ‘Sunday whenever you got bacon’). Since I was in college and therefore poor, we became skilled at the art of cheap-but-awesome costumes.
Now I’m an adult with a full time job and making money, but I want to spend the money on more fun things like beer and redoing the bathroom*. And since I am nothing but helpful, I will help everyone in a fraternity with their costume this year. I know that you’re all planning on either going as Aldo Raine or Bruno, so do us all a favor and just go as Bruno. One, you can’t do Aldo Raine’s accent, so stop trying. Two, if you go as Bruno, it will be easier for us to identify the douchebags at a distance.
Start by taking your old grunge flannel shirt. I know it’s in the bottom of your closet and you don’t want to get rid of it because its so comfy and worn in. Yes, Pearl Jam was awesome, but even they came out with a new album, so you should definitely start wearing new clothes. And shave your goatee.
Take said shirt, and cut the sleeves off. Like, all the way off. Take that masterpiece of counterculture and cut away. Don’t worry, you always wore it with the sleeves rolled up anyway, so it’s not that big of a change
Next step is to find yellow pants. This step is difficult; yellow pants aren’t often spotted these days. Don’t you worry though, because that Elf costume that you bought 3 years ago will finally be useful again. That’s right, your procrastination and caving at the last minute and buying a store-bought costume will now be paying off double.
Take the pants, and cut off the legs. Like, all the way off. At this point, you might also want to invest in bikini briefs, or just pull your old pair out from the bottom of the drawer, even though you promised that you’d never wear them again because it was just a joke the first time anyway, honestly.
Next, we need to address hair. If you have a mohawk…first of all, why do you have a mohawk; and second of all, that will work too. If you are a normal human, you will need to obtain brunohair. Luckily, you should be able to obtain Meg Ryan’s hair to get the same effect. Don’t worry, with all the botox in her head these days she has no more sensation in her scalp, so plucking a few locks won’t even phase her.
Take her hair, and cut it off. Like, all the way off. You’re going to need all of it, so be sure not to miss any. Don’t worry about Meg; she’s been riding the crazytrain for a couple years now and the baldness will have no effect on her current popularity.
Last but not least, you will need an accessory. Go back into your closet/storage space and pull out your old Cabbage Patch doll. If it is black, good for you. If it is not black, make it black. If your cabbage patch kid is anything like my sister’s, even if it started out life as white it probably ended up some shade of gray/black because those things had some sort of plastic face that just absorbed dirt from the surrounding environment. No cleansing agent known to man could penetrate the grime that accumulated on a cabbage patch face; this was proven last month when they put one in the LHC just to see what would happen when a doll was accelerated to near the speed of light (answer: it goes really fast. And ages slower).
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Your costume is now complete. Remember to do everything that night with a lisp and panache.
*that is not two things (beer, redoing bathroom); that is only one thing (beer and redoing the bathroom).
that will be part of the upgrade
Sep 24th
Have you ever been part of a conversation where a couple minutes in you realize that you and the other person are on totally different levels? You think you’re talking about a sandwich you had for lunch and they’re talking about dancing, but you somehow are both using the word “club” and it made sense up until they said something about foam and you said “no, mayo….wait.”
(User is on speakerphone for the entirety of this conversation)
“Yeah, I can’t get the program to open up.”
“What program are you trying to open?”
“The one for the tickets.”
“Okaaaaay….um, what screen are you on right now?”
“The…computer one.”
“OK, yes, the computer screen, what does it say?”
“Nothing, it won’t start the program.”
“Is the screen black and off?”
“No, it just doesn’t say anything.”
“Um, are there any words on the screen?”
“Just the one that says ‘Windows’”
(at this point, I hear someone else walk into room over the speakerphone)
“Excuse me, sir who just walked into the room? Can you tell me what screen she’s on right now?”
“Uh yeah, she’s on the desktop and has Internet Explorer open, it says ‘Page Cannot Be Displayed’ and looks like it won’t connect.”
“Thank you!”
“No problem.” (helpful guy leaves the room, much to my dismay)
“OK ma’am the program you’re trying to get to is a webpage, not a program. Can you tell me the address that you’re typing in?”
“It’s my ticket program, it doesn’t have an address.”
“At the top of the screen, where it says www.something, what is in there right now?”
“I don’t have any www.anything, I don’t see that.”
“OK, at the top of that window, do you see Address and then a big white rectangle next to it? What is in there?”
“Oh yes, I see that. That’s where I typed my program.”
“What did you type in that box?”
“I typed ‘ticket program’ and pressed Go.”
“Ma’am, you need to type the address of the page you’re going to in there, not just the name of what you want, the computer doesn’t know what you’re trying to do. You need to tell the computer the right address so it knows where to go.”
“What address should I put in there?”
“I don’t know. Check with your supervisor if you don’t know what you’re supposed to be accessing and receive some training for your role.”
Ug. Felt like someone kicked me in the chest. That was a 15 minute conversation, punctuated by lots of awkward pauses as I tried to think up ways to ask a question without making her feel stupid and me sound like a jerk.
canis felonius
Sep 22nd
Over the weekend, Wife and I went to Minneapolis with some good friends to visit some good friends with the intended purpose of drinking much beer and carousing. In that regard, mission accomplished. Mission freaking accomplished. Since our dogs don’t really like Minneapolis much (they hate trying to figure out the roads there) we dropped them off at our parents houses for the weekend. My parents got Leinie and her parents got Tucker, because they’re a handful if you’re not used to them. However, they’re not a handful like you might think.
Tucker has self-esteem issues. That’s right, he’s an emo dog. Being his caretaker is a balancing act between too much correction and too much praise, because too much of anything gets him all anxious and twitchy, and then he runs away and hides behind a couch.
So he’s at the in-laws, and he sees this big ol’ German shepherd walking down the street, which runs to the front door and starts barking at. Somehow he opens the front door (I don’t know how, he’s 19lbs and doesn’t come up to your knee) and runs toward the shepherd. Since the father in-law didn’t get there in time to see what happened, we have to take the word of the police office who took the report. Somehow, our dog bit the lady walking the shepherd.
I say somehow because our dog cannot bite. Seriously, he sucks at biting. He can’t play tug of war, he doesn’t like rawhide because it’s too hard, and I have never even seen him play bite when he’s playing with Leinie. Pretty much he acts like an old man with dentures who you presented with a caramel apple: “Oh, yeah, well, that looks good but I just don’t want any right now thank you.”
Now our dog has a police record and we have to take him to the vet to make sure he doesn’t have rabies (he doesn’t, we keep him up to date on his shots).
When the policeman came to the house to get the dog’s information, he looked at the cowering beagle, looked down at his form, looked back at the cowering beagle, and says “Is this the ‘vicious dachshund’ that is on the report? He’s a terrified beagle!”
I’ll let you know how this continues to play out and if Caser Milan is involved at any point.
dirte
Sep 17th
It’s now after Labor Day, and you’re not supposed to wear white anymore, so I gave the ol’ webpage a new look.
Unfortunately, I know one of my shortcomings is any sort of artistic design, and my sense of style is….nonexistent….I need your commentary on if you approve or not.
One of the reasons I got married is because now I have someone in my life who can make this kind of decision for me, but she’s much better at paint and fabric than at html and xml.
And now, for no reason at all, are the best wallpaper backgrounds that we’ve seen on client desktops:
“LADY ON TIGER”
“DON’T PUT THAT THERE”
“CREEPY THREE-LEGGED DOG”
phonetics are fun
Sep 16th
I will try to type this as close as I can to how it was actually pronounced. My southern readers may have an easier time of this:
“I’mma fixin ta lahwgin toyit an it won’ do”
“…You’re trying to login and it won’t let you?”
“Yea, it won’ go, sayin wron name er paword er some”
“OK, what are you trying to login to?”
“I dunno, the commuta is ova theah”
(Taking a guess that its just the first password she’s having problems with)
“OK, your username should be jsmith, and your password will be capital ‘J’ lowercase ‘s’ one two three four. It will ask you to pick a new password the first time you login”
“Kin I mayk a new wun afda that?”
“…Yes, it will ask you to pick a new password”
“An I kin mayk a new wun?”
“…YES.”
“Is tha awl I need?”
“Besides a speech therapist and a GED, yes.”*
One of the few calls I’ve taken where I’m not actually 100% sure what the problem was, and I hope I fixed what she was asking. Could have been calling in to get the recipe for my grilled lettuce for all I know.
*This line was not actually said.
dewey defeats truman
Sep 15th
The polling places are closed and the results are in. It was close but the results are final and binding, because those are the rules I just made up. Unless my team starts sucking, and I feel that the mojo is off, and a team name change is in order. Maybe I’ll even move the team to Detroit; I hear they haven’t had an NFL team there for a couple years.
“FRAGILE PORCELAIN MICE” is now my team, and you’ll be happy to know that they won their first game without even being named. Now I have an equally important task: finding a logo for my team. (Interesting side note, when Googling porcelain mice I found out there is a band in St. Louis with that name. Guess I’m not so creative after all). If you find/make a logo for my team, you will win eternal fame in the annals of fantasy football, and more importantly, something totally awesome for a prize. I don’t know what it will be yet, since I am pretty much making this up as I go along.
On another note, I now twitter. That’s right folks, I will send you twits or chirps or whatever you kids are calling it these days. I promise to use my twitterpower for two purposes: 1. Telling you a new post is up, 2. Drunktwitting. My somewhat limited text messaging plan and I promise to not overwhelm your tweetpage with our twarting, because too many twerts and seriously twitterpate your twain.
Thank you all for voting, and GO MICE!
fumble
Sep 15th
I dropped the ball, I know, I’m sorry. Voting will close TONIGHT, seeing as how I was stupid busy yesterday and so angry at computers in general that I didn’t want to go home and blog, but tonight I think I should be able to give the winning team name a reasonable amount of effort.
youpickum
Sep 10th
Alright ladies and gentlemen, the nominees are in and it’s time to pick. I received a bunch of suggestions through email, and some through other sources, then they went through a rigorous screening process (not really, that’s a lie) to appear before you today. You can vote once per day, and voting will be closed on Tuesday Morning.

