While my Indy 500 picks were less than stellar, I did beat Dan, and can now honestly say “I nailed Danica Patrick”…or at least her finishing spot in the race.

Speaking of Danicas, I have on good authority that this month’s “Stuff” magazine features none other than Winnie Cooper. In lingerie. Ask and ye shall receive, I guess. I’ve just added a men’s magazine to my grocery list.

Something about this logo makes me think of college:

I always knew the peanut M&M’s were more fun.

It must be a new month, because the fine folks at Comcast have bent me over again. Right before I went to work yesterday, my internet connection went down. Figuring it was just a hiccup, I headed out the door, thinking nothing of it. I came home, and my modem was still down. And so was my cable TV service. I called my good good friends at customer service around 1am, and was reassured that my service was still active, and they’d send a technician out to check up on it.

Would Friday from 10-2 work for me?

Even if Friday from 10-2 WOULD work for me, why should it? Was it just a coincidence that there was a Comcast tech bumbling around my building around the same time my cable went out? Could it be mere happenstance that the dimwit with the toolbelt pulled the wrong plug, flipped the wrong switch, or got his junk stuck in the wrong hole while he was messing around with someone else’s cable? And now *I* have to wait two days before someone comes back to flip the switch? Just show me where the box is hidden, I’ll do it myself, thankyouverymuch. I called back this morning and got the appointment switched to “sometime after 5 this evening”, which luckily turned out to be about 4pm (which was another of my dilemmas, putting off running errands, knowing that they might get to me early if I left, and have to reschedule me for August). Sure enough, five minutes and I’m back up and running. Thanks again, Comcast.

(While I realize that even though I’m paying for internet and cable, its pretty much a luxury, and a couple video games and movies got me through the day, which included some much-needed cleaning, there are principalities involved here.)

Finally, why do I always have to be the one that gets stuck one aisle over from the loud mouths at the store? If its not someone cackling away on a cell phone at Kroger, its a group of punk ass kids roaming through Target.

At least they appreciated the quality work that is “Young Frankenstein”, apparently.