Ever wonder where the term “laundry list of things to do” came from? I don’t remember EVER making a list of what needed to go in the laundry. If it smells or isn’t its original color, it goes in the laundry. White stuff first, dark stuff next.

That said, while I’m still not in total “blog at work” comfort mode (not so much for what I have to say as much as people looking over my shoulder to see what I’m doing, I don’t like the people at this job THAT much yet), I have taken to writing down notes of what I come across. Unfortunately, its never nearly as funny the next morning. But here’s last night’s list:

Its all over everywhere now, but that annoying John Clayton-esque Jeopardy guy finally lost. I covered this a bit the other day, and Tom echoed those sentiments last night, so I don’t think there’s much more that needs to be said.

Except that I hope Jeopardy is just pulling our leg, and he loses alot sooner than the end of October.
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This is mostly aimed at my brother, the Stuart Scott apologist, but there is absolutely NO WAY that this isn’t the freakiest thing you’ve ever dealt with (its now down on the left side, something about Virtual Stu). It would be even freakier if they made his virtual eye do that virtual half-closed twitch.

Next thing you know, they’re going to have a Virtual Stephen A. Smith virtually screaming at me in a virtually annoying accent.
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From Tuesday’s Rangers-White Sox game:

Jose Contreras 1.2 IP, 5 H, 8 ER 5 BB 2 K, 68 pitches

This guy’s career doesn’t have a Topps card, it has a milk carton.
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Last night at work, I discovered a job perk that I never ever thought I’d live to see.

Free pork.

It was 9:30pm, and I don’t think I was even in the mood for pork chops, and they weren’t really even done all that well (if you can imagine pork chops made in one place, then hauled across a couple of counties and dropped at another place), and really could have used some sort of sauce, but who am I to turn down free pork!?!
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Here is where I was going to make a funny joke about video we had last night of the World Trade Center site under water, and how the only REAL tribute to the victims of 9/11 on the upcoming anniversary would be a mud volleyball tournament.

But, somewhere on the way from here to find a link that would do the image of a giant mud volleyball pit justice, all I found were stories like this one and I had to laugh.

Stinking New Yorkers. I hope the locusts are next.