Poor Little MINIs
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006(From the MotoringFile Forums)
Anytime I see a MINI smashed it makes me cry a little . But now I have more proof that my friends are just jealous calling it a little death trap .
(From the MotoringFile Forums)
Anytime I see a MINI smashed it makes me cry a little . But now I have more proof that my friends are just jealous calling it a little death trap .
I never thought I’d say it (and I fear I might be responsible for other people reading it by linking to it) but Collin’s blog has given me a delightful little tidbit that I have to share with my crazy friends at IBM.
You do not have to drink 8 glasses of water a day! It is a myth, and a potentially dangerous one.
Thats right, this post is directed at you maniacs who carry a 64oz bottle of water around with you at work and check in with each other throughout the day to see how well you are drinking. There is no original scientific basis for the 64oz measurement; you do acquire hydration from caffeinated beverages; even dry items like bread contain water; and drinking too much water is dangerous (hyponatremia).
Even Snopes addressed this issue after the crazies spread spam encouraging overhydration.
To end this post, unlike the maniacal myth propogators, I will be providing some legitimate sources to back up my claims. Oh… and "I told you so". 
BeepetyBeepety…BeepetyBeepety
Hello, Mike Young.
Hi Mike. This is Anna.
(Searching for customers with the name of "Anna" to bring up the proper record.) Hi Anna, what can I do for you?
You are a Software Engineer, right?
(Pausing my search in confusion.) Umm. Yes.
Well I am a recruiter with Microsoft and we have some job openings that we think you might be suited for. When would be a good time to discuss them with you?
(Looking around to see if my co-workers are playing a joke on me.) Do you realize that you are calling me at work? (Sudden feeling of derision and disgust) And I don’t ever think I would work at Microsoft in my entire life!
Oh… well I—
Click!
I have blinds! Finally!
No longer will I be giving racy peep shows to my neighbors and pedestrians. The prostitutes (whom I haven’t seen in over a month now) can come back because I won’t be stealing their business with my harlequin exposés. The Department of Health across the street won’t have to open an investigation into the health hazard that is my giant laundry pile.
Blinds are good for everyone.