January 5th, 2007

Crookshanks Words: Liddow

Wardrobe malfunction

Hi all,

So there I am at work yesterday, doing my job, when suddenly I hear fabric ripping. I looked down and saw that my slacks ripped. Riiiiiiiiiiiip... And not only did they rip, oh they ripped good. My right buttock literally looked as exposed as Janet Jackson's breast at the Super Bowl (with the "removable flap" that used to be part of her wardrobe before it "malfunctioned").

Well, fortunately I had a trench coat with me, so I spent the day walking around the office wearing my coat (and getting very strange looks, I might add). And I would just smile and say, "I'm so cold. It's just freezing in here" or "Sorry, I'm recovering from a cold and I need to take extra precautions."

It was actually over 75 degrees and I was roasting. But what's a bloke to do?
Crookshanks Words: Liddow

The Lottery

Hi all,

So I'm curious - how many members of my flist (or folks that read my LJ) play the lottery? I never used to play it, since I am well aware that it is mathematically impossible for any given individual to win. However, now that we live in an era of multistate lotteries with jackpots up to $300 million (e.g., Powerball or MegaMillions), I find it really hard not to play when jackpots exceed $100 million. That's just so much money, even after the Cash Value discount and federal taxes, that it's a lot of fun to play even though I know my odds of winning are as low as my odds of being struck by lightening on a clear day.

Any thoughts?