Stir Fry, brain-style

We regret to inform you that Misha' brain has been pulled for maintenance. Should you need to use a brain in the interim, please apply to our Service Department for a temporary replacement. We're sorry for the inconvenience, and will try to get your brain back to you as soon as possible. beep

Um...

I'm sorry, we're temporarily out of replacement brains right now. You'll have to use your co-worker's brain until... You sure? Maybe your roommate's brain? Well, I'm sorry, but we simply don't have the extra brains available. Nothing current, at least.

Well, there is this half-wit brain left over from World War I that got a little fried by acid in the sixties. It's not much, but it should work until the techs are finished repairing your brain. Have a nice day!

I feel nicely scatterwitted today. The to do list I compiled this morning off our email list didn't help, and then I realized that I'd forgotten to go to a Dreamweaver class on Monday. An entire day where I could have not answered the phone, fucked around with web pages, and I forgot. For three whole days.

Seriously, days like these I totally buy into the dumb blonde stereotype. I'll just sit here and look pretty and try not to gibber in fear if someone asks me a question more complicated than: 'So, the sky's blue, right?'

'Cause, really - is it? It's Seattle, I don't have a window - I don't know!

The idiot landlord

So I've been talking smack about the idiot landlord Chuckles for months now.

Turns out he's willing to go on record for dumb stunts: He's quoted in this article in today's paper as the rep from the management company.

Painted it himself? Uh-huh. Sure. I ain't that dumb, Chuckles.