1) I have a favourite pair of comfy pants and a favourite comfy shirt that I wear around the house. I bought them from different stores at different times. They both developed holes this week. :-( What is up with that? *sulks*
2) On Thursday I was exposed to undercooked chicken, courtesy of a catered lunch at my workplace. Among the other dishes, there were cubes of meat that had obviously been cooked on kebab skewers. I took four. Because I'm kind of paranoid about food that I haven't prepared myself, I cut them in half before I ate them. The last one was red inside. Not pink, not ambiguous - full-on raw. Then I couldn't remember if I'd checked all of the other pieces. I felt a little nauseated and nervous. So did the people around me, who'd been merrily eating away without a care in the world until that moment. I Googled "salmonella" and found that it normally has an incubation period of 6 - 72 hours. I am now at hour 73! And I'm fine! Take that, salmonella.
3) I've been doing a lot of hiring at work recently; I've filled three positions in the past month. In one of my latest interviews, one of the candidates had worked for a fancy retail store with a three-syllable name. She consistently mispronounced the name of the store throughout the interview. Wow. Just, wow. Well, that was an easy way to eliminate a candidate. (And yes, English was her first language.)
4) Relative to my husband and parents, I would describe myself politically as a left-leaning moderate. However, the limits of my leftiness have been tested recently by our free, promotional subscription to the Toronto Star, Toronto's lefty daily newspaper. Every year or two they drop it off on our doorstep for a couple of months gratis, and then they call and try to talk us into a continued subscription. Ha! Not happening. I just can't get with their point of view. For example, they wrote an article about a "Pumpkin Parade" that's a tradition in a neighbourhood park. It used to be that people would show up with jack-o-lanterns to display, everyone would admire them, and in the morning city workers would show up to remove all the pumpkins from the park. The city says they will no longer pay for the clean-up. The citizens are pouting. Hey, I have an idea: clean up your own mess! Everyone who wants to contribute a pumpkin can write their name on it with a marker, and in the morning they're responsible for returning to the park to dispose of their pumpkin. Remember kids: it's your job to clean up your own toys! Are you guys with me on this?
5) I don't know who curates the contributions to The Meta Picture, but a lot of them really tickle my funny bone. Like this one. Or this one. And this one. Have fun!