Foxtrot Union Charlie Kilo

I was listening to some hard-core German acid-techno today while working out (not what you thought I listened to, eh?) and the name of the song was Foxtrot Union Charlie Kilo. It's just about as subtle as Britney's If You Seek Amy. (Just get drunk and say that a couple of times and it'll start to make sense.) I mention it, because, well, I named the post after it.

Fernando and I were discussing some of the unfortunate smells one is likely to encounter in the bathroom again (I swear we talk about more than poo) and another co-worker and I agreed that there is an odor worse than poosmell: crotchfunk. That rancid, pantyhosed hooey smell that some women are prone to. There was a woman in college who had crotchfunk so bad that when she worked out next to you, you wanted to barf -- and she wasn't even wearing pantyhose!

Fernando was disturbed beyond his ability to comment.

(May I add, however, that neither my co-worker nor I are sufferers from this malady. I mean, we suffer, sure, but do not generate the funk ourselves.)

Unrelatedly, I've observed that when you take off your pj pants as you're heading to the bed (because pj pants are good for hanging out in, not actually sleeping in), when you wake up in the morning and put them on again, they're backwards. To counter this, I've started approaching my bed backwards.

Three more delightful places to visit:

Awkward Family Photos, where the photos are awkward and the families are, too!
My First Dictionary, which I secretly want to read to the screaming kids on the train. [Thanks, Rhonda!]
and a little mind bender: The Wrong Brand.

My boss dropped a gem on us the other day, complaining that users were "drinking from the fire hose of stupid." I'd like you all to promise not to do that.

(Oh, wait, I take that back. You'd all leave.)

There was a squirrel outside of my apartment the other night, and it was either really, REALLY horny, or really, REALLY being eaten by the stray cats in the neighborhood. I'm not sure I care which.

And for the locals... have you noticed? The Swine Flu (oh, forgive me, the H1N1 Virus) has been given its own theme song on NY1. Kind of a cross between "Crap! It's Deadly! We're All Going to Die!" and the ice cream truck song.