Annual Mathematics

Pick a number. Any Real Integer.
Multiply it by 27.
Add up all the digits in that number until you are left with one digit.
(Example, if your number is 12345, adding the digits will result in 15, then add those two to get 6.)
Add 982 to your number.
Multiply your result by 2.
Subtract your number from the current year.
My age!

Out of Character

"Y'all are Horrible, Horrible People!"
I can hear BJD saying that right now. I feel ashamed for what went down today.

One of my coworkers today decided to bring up the idea of creating a sure-fire way of "getting yourself banned from xBox Live".
"Get four guys with blue eyes to shave their heads and create a Rock Band group called 'Third Reich'"

Normally, I would not really make any comments on such a statement. I might say "Hmmmm", and go right back to work.
Not today.
I have no clue what came over me, but I decided to continue the "joke".
In a slightly sarcastic voice, I responded with "Why not 'Reich and Roll'"
As if that wasn't bad enough, I continued.
"And their flagship song could be 'Here I Am, Reich You Like a Holocaust'"

I then had the immediate realization that I had just made a joke about such a horrible atrocity. I had a shiver go down my spine as I looked at another coworker who was holding his face in his hand, holding back laughter, with a slight hint of disbelief.

Yes... that was one of my odd moments for the year.

Favorite Color

As some of you may know, my favorite color is Purple. A few Molly Ringwalds concerts ago, I was hanging out with a friend, enjoying some wonderful 80s music. Two girls decided to come and stand right in front of us and start dancing.

The one on the left was wearing a beautiful, shiny, Purple dress. She looked great. Her friend was taking lots of pictures and suddenly walked over to the bar to get a drink. My friend recognized someone else at the bar and went to talk to them. While he was there, he asked the blond friend what kind of camera she was using. She took this offensively for some reason. Her response to my friend was that it was a personal question and none of his business. ... I can only figure that maybe she misheard his question.

Anyway, back to the brunette in Purple...
When the song ended, and I could once-again hear myself think, I decided to speak to the girl in Purple. I tapped her on her shoulder to get her attention. I then said, "You know, Purple is my favorite color."

Her response was not something I would have expected. I may have expected "Mine too." or "Yeah, I really like this dress." No.... it was nothing like that. Instead, she said, "You know, I'm wearing Purple panties too." In hindsight, I can think of many great things to say in response to that, but at the time, I was a tad dumbfounded. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I remember it being something along the lines of "Wow, that's fascinating."

About that time, her friend returned with her drink and the music started again. When the concert ended, I shared the story with my friend. He thought it was funny.

I guess it was.

Still, all of this does not change the fact that my favorite color is Purple.

Unexpected Invitation

I have a certain blood type, I don't think I have to mention its name... It allows me to give blood to anyone that needs it. Because of this, the Red Cross tends to lay on the pressure. They send me notices in the mail and call me every so often.

The most recent piece of mail was a little different. It was in the form of a birthday postcard. The special greeting?

"Celebrate your Birthday with us!" - American Red Cross

Of course, on the reverse side was the usual stuff about how my donations help save lives. However, in this case, it started in the form of a "Thank You" for allowing the hospital patients to celebrate another birthday.

I'll admit. It's starting to get creative. For instance, a couple of weeks ago I got a call from "Dr. Phil" telling me I should give blood. It was a recording, but oh well. In fact, I know the company that made the call on behalf of the Red Cross.

I wonder what they will think of next.

Delayed Wishes

Sometime around midnight-ish on Monday night, I sent out a blanket text message wishing numerous people "Happy New Year!"
It became clear to me today that the message I sent was not actually sent when I thought it was sent. I was about to leave to get a haircut when I accidentally dropped my phone. I had to then put it back together, and let it boot while I went to my car to head to get my haircut. I would say it was probably no more than 2-3 minutes after the drop when my phone started vibrating.
Was it a call? No.
Was it a text message? No.
It was a notification that my message was sent. My immediate thought was, "What message?" I thought this was very odd, but just shrugged it off.... until about 30 seconds later when I started receiving various responses of a "Happy New Year to You Too!" type of plot.
I guess my New Year's wishes just got sent today. Oh well. At least they finally got sent out. Though, it makes me wonder if all the intended recipients got the message.
I will probably never know.