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And cooking in my little apartment hasn’t been a huge priority, mainly because I’m spending 14 hours a day in my office. However, Kirsten and Sarah were here for the weekend and we discovered something very odd…

My stove has retarded knobs. Or at least the person who designed them was somehow wrong in the head. I would naively expect knobs to be labeled something like “1, 2, 3, 4, etc” (going up to 11 of course) or “low, medium, high”. Something with some logic.

The knobs on my stove go “low, first, second, third, high”.

I’m going to go home now and make some ramen. I’m thinking that I’ll do it in second.

In honor of 20 years of Simpsons (holy crap, really?), the November issue of Playboy is going to have Marge on the cover, posing with a bunny chair and little else:

No word on how much of Marge will be shown inside the issue, but “it’s very, very racy,” said editorial director James Jellinek, adding “she is a stunning example of the cartoon form.”

Evidently Hefner’s enterprise is worried that young people don’t like porn?

“We knew that this would really appeal to the 20-something crowd,” said Playboy spokeswoman Theresa Hennessey.

Apparently the Simpsons issue goes on sale in newstands next week, but subscribers to the magazine will find their copies “have a more traditional live model on the cover.”

Or you end up with this…

The picture is from www.failblog.org.

Nowhere else will you hear a DJ say something like “we’ve heard too much from Sweden today, so here’s Mews, the most famous prog-rock band from Denmark”.

And not only do you get to hear comments like that, they’re said in a very carefully enunciated voice that sounds like he’s being very very careful to keep the levels at exactly the right spot.

Good times.

Bet none of you knew that I used to be a DJ.

Here’s an excerpt from the community list serve. Other high points were someone asking for 50 legal-sized hanging files and the theater asking if anyone just happened to have 500 square feet of metal or fiberglass corrugated roofing.

Enjoy.

To all concerned,
Because Keds on a treadmill are a recipe for sad, I am searching for some stellar sneaks, preferably ones that can handle a hard days’ run across the Walla Walla terrain and leave my feet comfy as a cushion!

I’m a size 9/9.5 women’s, and would love to give you some dollaz in exchange, depending on the quality/shape of the shoe.

Smelly sneakers need not apply.

THANKS!

Taken out of context, this was quite an email:

Dear Dan, I might have a tool that would suit your purposes.