I know a programmer who once worked for Disney (actually, his company was contracted by Disney). The contract was so strict that he couldn't even put down the project that he worked on in his resume and the company can't put Disney in their "past clients" list.
Instead of buying a hybrid, think about a used Geo Metro. Those get 40 miles a gallon, just like the hybrid, but without the sexiness factor. (Just read this CNN article)
Hah! That was great, you guys - Adam Koford has picked the winner. Congrats to streetattack for the winning caption "The sacred art of pandagomi is both complicated and beautiful."
Ah! So that's what that strange thing was all about. A friend of mine who works in advertising sent a mysterious photo of the Lego ball (yes, made mostly of styrofoam) but no info as to what for ... Now I understand :)
John Tierney of TierneyLab blog had a contest to determine the worst bad name ever, and the winner is: Iona Nipl!
The judges chose it because, in addition to being an embarrassing pun, it also set up an inevitable reply from people imagining they were being wittily original. I called up Miss Knipl and asked her how many times she had heard someone meet her and reply, “I own two.”
“I got sick of hearing it, but what can you do?” Miss Knipl said. “My mother never thought about that when she was naming me. It was her mother’s name. I came home from school a couple times crying and my mother said, ‘Oh, why did I do that?’ but it had never occurred to her how people would hear the name.”
Miss Knipl shed the pun when she got married and began using her husband’s last name. But then, after they were divorced, she went right back to her old name. It might have simpler to keep her husband’s name, she told me, but by this time she had come to appreciate the advantages of Iona Knipl.
“In school it bothered me, but now I think it’s neat,” she said. “It’s different.”
My wife still loves to visit Disneyland though!
The judges chose it because, in addition to being an embarrassing pun, it also set up an inevitable reply from people imagining they were being wittily original. I called up Miss Knipl and asked her how many times she had heard someone meet her and reply, “I own two.”
“I got sick of hearing it, but what can you do?” Miss Knipl said. “My mother never thought about that when she was naming me. It was her mother’s name. I came home from school a couple times crying and my mother said, ‘Oh, why did I do that?’ but it had never occurred to her how people would hear the name.”
Miss Knipl shed the pun when she got married and began using her husband’s last name. But then, after they were divorced, she went right back to her old name. It might have simpler to keep her husband’s name, she told me, but by this time she had come to appreciate the advantages of Iona Knipl.
“In school it bothered me, but now I think it’s neat,” she said. “It’s different.”