random trivia post
Feb. 6th, 2013 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanNew Kids on the Block are playing in Toronto. I know this because one of my co-workers is going. Way to make me feel old, kid.
Anyway the day she told me this I walked into the subway and saw an ad for the tour on the video display. It turns out it's a big tour with Boyz II Men and 98 Degrees[1]. They all look very adult now with their facial hair and their black ties and their man-shaped bodies.
The best part? The name of tour. It's "The Package". I swear I laughed for 20 minutes. I want to shake your hand, random genuis marketing guy[3], because that is some kind of brilliant.
[1] At least I think that's what they're called. You whipper-snappers[2] out there will have to correct me.
[2] As a geezer, I now totally get to call people whipper-snappers.
[3] This is the gender-neutral use of the word "guy".
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I talk to myself a lot at work. I suspect I probably do it at home too, but it since it's a direct result of intense concentration I do it a lot at work. I always apologize to the people who sit around me and I try to keep the volume to a low mutter and they mostly get used to just ignoring me.
Except there's a new guy sitting in our block and I guess he hasn't quite learned to tune me out yet. And I am really not concious of it. So the other day when I was super frustrated with something that just was not working the way I wanted to I said, "Fine. Now I have to go punch a baby seal".
And the new guy howled, which made me jump about 20 feet. And then he told me what I said. And now I wonder what else has been coming out of my mouth when my brain is busy elsewhere.
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BC has been trying to turn me into a girl again. This time she convinced me to go for manicures/pedicures with her. It wasn't actually that hard of a sell, the skin of my feet is an absolute nightmare and getting some poor person to clean them up once in a while has been great for getting them to not crack open and leave little bloody footprints all over the house.
The skin on my hands is equally dry - mitigated only slightly by my habit of slathering hand cream on them every 10 minutes. And my nails shatter with painful regularity. It's rare for me to have fewer than three fingers where part of the nail bed isn't exposed because my nails have peeled, splintered or broken into the quick.
So when they do my nails I usually just get them to put a clear coat on. Not a lot of point in doing more if the nail is just going to break off the next day, right? Then one week, I forget why, I said sure, throw some colour on them. I think it lasted a day.
BC always gets this gel treatment that she swears by. It takes a couple of hours to do, but she claims the nails last forever. So last time we went together I figured what the hell, I'm here anyway, and I got it done as well.
That was three weeks ago and not only do I still have nail polish, I still have nails! I have one (1)! broken fingernail, and it broke near the tip, close to the point where it would grow off the nail bed in a few days anyway, and it's still freakin' attached.
This is pure witchcraft, people. Pure witchcraft.
Anyway the day she told me this I walked into the subway and saw an ad for the tour on the video display. It turns out it's a big tour with Boyz II Men and 98 Degrees[1]. They all look very adult now with their facial hair and their black ties and their man-shaped bodies.
The best part? The name of tour. It's "The Package". I swear I laughed for 20 minutes. I want to shake your hand, random genuis marketing guy[3], because that is some kind of brilliant.
[1] At least I think that's what they're called. You whipper-snappers[2] out there will have to correct me.
[2] As a geezer, I now totally get to call people whipper-snappers.
[3] This is the gender-neutral use of the word "guy".
I talk to myself a lot at work. I suspect I probably do it at home too, but it since it's a direct result of intense concentration I do it a lot at work. I always apologize to the people who sit around me and I try to keep the volume to a low mutter and they mostly get used to just ignoring me.
Except there's a new guy sitting in our block and I guess he hasn't quite learned to tune me out yet. And I am really not concious of it. So the other day when I was super frustrated with something that just was not working the way I wanted to I said, "Fine. Now I have to go punch a baby seal".
And the new guy howled, which made me jump about 20 feet. And then he told me what I said. And now I wonder what else has been coming out of my mouth when my brain is busy elsewhere.
BC has been trying to turn me into a girl again. This time she convinced me to go for manicures/pedicures with her. It wasn't actually that hard of a sell, the skin of my feet is an absolute nightmare and getting some poor person to clean them up once in a while has been great for getting them to not crack open and leave little bloody footprints all over the house.
The skin on my hands is equally dry - mitigated only slightly by my habit of slathering hand cream on them every 10 minutes. And my nails shatter with painful regularity. It's rare for me to have fewer than three fingers where part of the nail bed isn't exposed because my nails have peeled, splintered or broken into the quick.
So when they do my nails I usually just get them to put a clear coat on. Not a lot of point in doing more if the nail is just going to break off the next day, right? Then one week, I forget why, I said sure, throw some colour on them. I think it lasted a day.
BC always gets this gel treatment that she swears by. It takes a couple of hours to do, but she claims the nails last forever. So last time we went together I figured what the hell, I'm here anyway, and I got it done as well.
That was three weeks ago and not only do I still have nail polish, I still have nails! I have one (1)! broken fingernail, and it broke near the tip, close to the point where it would grow off the nail bed in a few days anyway, and it's still freakin' attached.
This is pure witchcraft, people. Pure witchcraft.