This morning, Phil and I were in the kitchen. He was heating up a small portion of the Oaty Oats I had made for him. Oaty Oats are my creation (see NOTES). Oaty Oats are not those Creepy Man in the Black Hat oats, but instead the difficult oats that look like chicken food. Actually, they’re not so much difficult as they are long. Oaty Oats are long. And I spent a long time the other day making up a big batch of Oaty Oats for Phil. I’m not going to make a big deal of this, Internet, but let me tell you, I burned my thumb. And there was devotion involved.
He was microwaving some of his Oaty Oats while I was unwrapping my breakfast. Because I? I was not having Oaty Oats. I was having a Wal-Mart brand microwavable sodium-filled soggy-fest breakfast sandwich. Now, I’m not saying it wasn’t delicious. I’m just setting the scene.
He decided to wander on down to my breakfast, which I had already removed from its plastic packaging, wrapped in a paper towel and microwaved for 45 seconds. In that order. Exactly. Because that is what it said to do on the box. It was hot, and I was trying to get the paper towel off of it without leaving any paper towel on it, because I don’t like to touch paper ever, let alone let paper touch my food.
I’ve got paper touching my food, I’ve put paper on my food, and Phil came down to my floppy muffin-egg-cheese thingie area and he says to me,
“Is that what you were supposed to do?”
Like he’s just making conversation.
“Are you kidding me?,” I say to him, with rage balls all flying every which way out of my eyes.
“That was not the Lentil Question, I was just asking if that was how you were supposed to cook it.”
“It is the same thing. ”
Internet, I probably should have asked you this before I buried him in the backyard, but did he or did he not ask me The Lentil Question? (see NOTES)
I did not actually create Oaty Oats in any sense of the word except that I call them Oaty Oats. Therefore I kind of did create them. So I’ve cancelled out my own note.
I am aware that the original Lentil Question was not in the form of a question, so that is not a loophole.
You may choose to side with me, or you may choose to side with Phil. Obscure third options are not valid choices. I’m sure whatever you’ve come up with is super clever, but you weren’t in our kitchen this morning, so it’s too late to save Phil, and you won’t be in our kitchen next time, because I hate people who try to find clever third options, so you’re unlikely to ever be invited over for dinner.
If you are looking for more things to settle, the Settle This category archives will allow you to weigh in on what side of a sandwich condiments go on, U2, and which parent’s sports loyalties a child inherits.
So, let me explain our house to you, Internet, in terms of televisions. We have a small TV, a big TV and a very big TV.
Downstairs in the living room, we have the very big TV. Sometimes, Phil and I watch this TV while we’re eating dinner, but since we generally gravitate towards our computers, which are upstairs, we don’t watch this TV too often. Which, when you get down to the very bottom of things in this entry, COMPLETELY INVALIDATES PHIL’S POINT, but we’ll just set that aside for now (but I am pretty much preemptively declaring myself the winner here).
In the office, we have both of our desktop computers on desks, with desk chairs, and occasionally the laptop I work on is in here as well, pulled up to my desk chair on a TableMate, because As Seen on TV products are some of the most useful around.
In this room, we also have the big TV. This is where Guitar Hero-ing takes place, as well as any other video game playing, be it PC or console. If I work in the office during the day, which I used to do all the time and now do somewhat rarely, I watch the big TV. Phil usually keeps the big TV on in the evenings if I am not working in here. If I AM working in here, sometimes he turns it on until I tell him I can’t work with it on (even though I manage to work with the TV on all day when he’s not around, don’t tell him that part).
In the bedroom, where I work more often these days, we have the small TV. You know, bedroom size. If I am working in the bedroom (for no other reason than I like to spend entire days just NOT getting out of bed), I usually turn it on around 11am for my three hour Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Full House, What I Like About You sitcom-athon, and we also watch it before we go to sleep.
So, last night, Phil and I ate dinner down at the very big TV in the living room, and we started to watch Bones. Since he was uninterested in watching Bones (there’s no accounting for taste), he went back upstairs shortly after he finished, and I came back up halfway through on a commercial break. He went into the office to play WoW and watch the big TV, while I went into the bedroom to watch Bones on the small TV.
After Bones, it was time for The Office. He was watching the big TV and I was about 10 feet down the hall watching the small TV. Since the doors to the rooms were both open, we could each hear that we were watching the same show, since the big TV is HD and is a split second behind the other TV.
This is the kind of couple we are, Internet. Watching the same television show in two separate rooms, 10 feet away from each other. I actually credit the success of our relationship largely to that fact.
Halfway through the show he comes in and lays on the bed with me and says “You know, you can watch it in there with me.”
“Why?,” I says, knowing what is coming because this argument is always the same.
“Because the TV in the office is bigger.”
“So? What is with you and the bigger TV? It’s not about which TV is bigger, it’s about which TV is more comfortable to watch!”
“No, everyone prefers a bigger TV. People will sit on the floor to watch a bigger television.”
“No way. Given the option, everyone prefers to lay in bed rather than sitting in a desk chair or on the stupid floor.”
And once again we can not see eye to eye on this point.
So tell me, Internet. Which would you prefer to watch: a smaller TV where you get to lay comfortably on a couch or in bed, or a larger TV where you have to sit upright in a non-reclining chair?
TJ: I hereby claim that I don’t care what you managed to google!
The Patch to Patch the Patch Patch
The “Patch to Patch the Patch” Patch
BRK: Since you hold the power in terms of posting my post, I will accept the
Your claim is hereby denied, as my commas are deliciously, beautifully,
and ecologically perfect.
What I ask of you here, Internet, is use of your common sense. Of course, I am obviously correct. However, should the fact that BRK is able to dig up a little used and frankly, hideously ugly and obviously inappropriate comma rule weigh into my decision to post his works unaltered?
Setting aside the Wikipedia article and using only what you know to be good, right and proper in all things comma, please assist me in telling BRK that he is once again completely and totally wrong.
If you must, however, consider the Wikipedia article, allow me to offer my own source as well:
Doom: that would be dope TJ: …. no you didn’t. Doom: no i didnt what? TJ: what you said
I know I was halucinating
and you did not actually say “dope” Doom: yeah i did
you said rad
i said dope
same time period TJ: There is no comparison Doom: there is too TJ: There is not.
Rad is a perfectly acceptable word. Doom: is too, and i can prove it TJ: Do so, then, Doomilias. DO SO. Doom: dope is also perfectly acceptable TJ: It is in no way acceptable. Doom: rad and dope both became popular during the 80s
in different social groups
rad was more of a white people saying, and dope was more street, more hip-hop
i, doomilias, being entirely street and hip-hop beyond belief
can say dope TJ: Wait
I can’t get my breath
The laughing, it hurts Doom: shall i go back evenfurther and start using “ill”
yo homey that shit was ILL! TJ: The thing is, Doom
While both terms may be couched in similar history and evolution of use
Today, in 2008, the use of the words “dope” and/or “ill” is not acceptable
While “rad” continues to be an appropriate expression of things that are rad.
See? You can’t even define the term without using the term.
That means that “rad” continues today to be an integral part of the American lexicon. Doom: actually
rad is not really “acceptable”
rad is 80s
its not even 90s
rad is not cool anymore TJ: Right, which is only more of an argument FOR rad
That it has endured the test of time. Doom: in your brains
but the rest of the world has moved on to better sayings TJ: Certainly not “dope” and “ill” Doom: i dont use dope
except for this conversation TJ: Because you know they’re totally inappropriate
However, I use rad multiple times a day.
Therefore, I win. Doom: no, therefore you lose irl
After we determined who is crazy and who is not (most of you are) with the sandwich/condiment argument, I figured you all would be a pretty good barometer for measuring how far up or down the crazy scale I’m falling on any given day.
So, here is today’s argument I need you to settle.
U2 – With or Without You: Sad song or romantic song?
I’ll let you know who is crazy and who is not in a day or so.
Hint: I’m not. The sandwich thing was a fluke. Freaks.
Anyway, while I’m here, for a second, let me give you a quick update on a couple of things I’ve kind of let fall by the wayside in the last few weeks.
Guy in Car: Haven’t seen him again, and I DID remember to put on a shirt when I got to work that one day.
Work: My tape line isn’t sticking very well, but most people seem to have gotten the idea.
The haircut: I had to actually buy a curling iron. Two days out from Chop Day, I think I have managed to learn how to work the bangs. I figured that was enough for this morning. I’ll learn how to work what’s left of the rest of it another day.
Doom: Has barely mentioned poop in days. I think he’s sick.
That weird temporary post one entry down: I was testing out something called BlogTV last night, and thanks to those of you who did come by to help me try it out. I’m going to be “testing” it again tonight at 7pm, and you’ll be able to find an entry right here on this blog about it at that time. It’s pretty much a live chat – you can watch on the BlogTV site, or, like I said, you’ll be able to watch it here at 7pm tonight. I’m still testing it to see how I feel about it and how user friendly it is, but anyone who has some time around 7pm tonight (EST), stop by because I’d like the input. You can chat through the site as well, and you’ll be able to see that on the screen, and I’ll also put up an AIM chat of some sort for those who don’t want to register. However, after last night’s brief experience, I would appreciate it if at least one person I know would register so that I can give them operator permissions in the chat channel. I am not showing anything scandalous and I would certainly enjoy the help of removing those who demand it from the channel. It was a bit of a hassle last night.
So right. Here, tonight, 7pm. Same TJ time, same TJ channel.
Ok, still taking ideas for this post, but in the meantime, I have an argument I’m going to need settled.
I’m not going to tell you which side is mine, or give any reasoning for either side – obviously, if you knew which side I was on, you’d agree, because I’m kind of an authority on this subject.
So, say you’ve got a sandwich of some sort. A burger, even, or a chicken sandwich, or a normal sandwich of some kind. You’ve purchased it, you have it in front of you, and now you need to add condiments – ketchup, mayonaise, something that comes in a squeeze bottle or little packet.
So you open the thing up, you have your little squeezy jobber.
Are you going to put the mayonaise or ketchup or whatever on the actual innards of the sandwich – on the chicken or beef or whatever – or are you going to put it on the top bun that you’ve just removed to open the sandwich?
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