Dusty Data

During a dull day at work, the smallest bit of humor can bring relief, even when it’s due to an anachronistic discovery.

But I’ll get to that in a moment. After all, I’ve got to make a short story long.

My current job consists of working in a communications role in a legislative office. Some of the writing I get to do is even quite interesting.

Over the last two weeks, though, it’s been all about getting the office ship-shape. Call it an early spring cleaning. (Not that spring seems like it will ever arrive, as temperatures keep diving far too close to absolute zero.)

You see, my office was supposed to be shut down for a couple days during the holidays for a quick carpet replacement. Instead, it was closed for two full weeks for asbestos remediation.

Fortunately, I suppose, this inconvenience came at the same time that my wife was admitted to the hospital. I was out of the office, so I didn’t have to deal with being relocated temporarily to another office.

Upon our return to the office, we discovered that the new carpeting looked fantastic.

On the other hand, boxes of books were strewn about. Furniture was waiting to be moved. And everything was covered in dust. Even the dust bunnies were sneezing. Have you ever seen a dust bunny sneeze? It’s not as cute as it sounds.

It was an asthma attack waiting to happen.

Still, we decided to tackle the cleanup. Hundreds of law books, three-ring binders, and other information had to be re-shelved.

It was a pain in the neck. And arms. Some of those law books are h-e-a-v-y. Seriously, why do we need a gigantic summary of legislation from 1976? (But then, I’m a communications guy… not an attorney.)

However, relief came when I opened the umpteenth box, and this fell out:

Haven't seen one of these in decades!

The 80’s called. They want their data back.

I chuckled a bit when I saw it, and I’ll admit it brought back memories of the clicks, whirs, and grinding of a disk drive. Or even the unique sound of tapping on the keyboard of the first computer I ever used – an ol’ TRS-80. (Look it up kiddos.)

I showed it to my boss. She laughed even louder.

“We should get it framed,” she said. “Hang it on the wall.”

Sure, I thought. It might serve as a quaint reminder of a technologically simpler time.

I think, though, she meant it should be preserved as a historical artifact.

Geez. Am I that old?


Why not have a mascot?

Can a blog have a mascot?

It’s an interesting question. But first, I need to point out that today’s Zero to Hero assignment is all about inserting other media, like pictures, into the blog. It’s  something I’ve done before, but I’ll admit that I’m a bit out of practice. Today, I dust off some of those skills.

Back to my question…  Certainly, there are a whole lot of mascots in our world. Many companies have them. Sports teams have them.

Why not a blog?

I think This Ordinary Citizen could use one. How ’bout this little guy:

 A new mascot?

A new mascot? Call me TOC.

You might say, “But he’s just a tiny little plastic finger puppet that you’ve glued to the dashboard of your car.”

I’d respond that I think he could be a mascot, that I think he adds an element of whimsy, of humor to the blog.

Whaddya think?

By the way… here’s the best sports mascot ever:



He’s the mascot for RPI’s hockey teams. Yeah, he’s a puck… and he’s very cool. You can even follow him on Facebook.

One last note. As part of yesterday’s Zero to Hero assignment, I’m looking into using a new theme, creating a new appearance for this blog. Any suggestions from my blogging friends?

Friday Night Humor

It was a typical Friday night dinner: breakfast. Pancakes and eggs. Oh yeah, chocolate chips in the pancakes. Did you know that kids get even funnier when they’ve got chocolate dribbling down their chins and the sugar is coursing through their veins?

Tonight Danny finished his dinner (he is feeling better!) and was working on his gummy Flintstone’s vitamin. He happily looked at his mother with a sense of accomplishment and said, “I finished my vitamin Mommy!” He opened his mouth wide enough to display his handiwork, “Ahhhhhhhh.”

“Choo,” said my wife in an attempt to mimic a sneeze.

Danny was having none of it. “No, mommy,” he said, “I already chewed it.” His mouth opened again. “See… ahhhhhhh.” And once again we got to peer into the depths of Danny.

From the mouths of babes…

Or is it into the mouths of babes?

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