Google. And Poop.

I could promise that this is the last one of these I'll do, but I think we both know that won't happen. So, imortalized forever, in honor of NJ and in thanks for her timely and informative review of the glorious and noble sport of curling:Doesn't that make your day a little better? Not, granted as much better as Djibouti makes your day, but still, better than not, right? I'm sorry, I've been doing a little internal Djibouti Djibouti Djibouti dance inside my head all day for no real reason. Just because it's fun. (incidentally, that's four separate Djibouti links--five now--that I have gone out of my way to find for you people, and I will be very disappointed if you don't click on them all).

Also of note today, and just so you can understand the kind of environment I work in, I present to you the following email exchange between myself and Jen From IT.

-----Original Message-----
From: Normal, North of
Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 1:44 PM
To: IT, Jenn From
Subject: distracting . . .

sorry if I seemed out of it just now on the phone, but while I was talking to you, [Guy From MiCatholic] came in, took a copy of Magnificat off our table, and started walking towards the men's room. I'm not sure why this rattled me, but I don't think Magnificat is really bathroom reading. Newsweek, okay. Magnificat? Weird.

-----Original Message-----
From: IT, Jenn From
Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 1:48 PM
To: Normal, North Of
Subject: RE: distracting . . .

You are so frigging hilarious. Yes, I would find that incredibly weird. Maybe he thought he'd catch up on some prayers while he was "in his office." OMG ... I am now slightly disturbed.

-----Original Message-----
From: Normal, North Of
Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 1:49 PM
To: IT, Jenn From
Subject: RE: distracting . . .

My dad once described a digestive disturbance that he had as "the mystic sh!ts." I don't think that's what he meant. . .


And so, in conclusion, I would just like to say "Djibouti."