It's time someone really started marketing a Beano for dogs. Duff (see "Happiness is...") has horrible flatulence. Fortunately it's not a constant problem, but when it happens it's awful. And what's worse is that he has a gimmick about it.
If one is sitting in a chair and Duff lets one fly, he will jump off the chair at the moment of flatulence, land on the floor and look at you. In fact the look will be accusatory in that he appears to be saying "Good lord, what did you do?"
Now, this stuff happens. It's a natural biological function. I'm willing to accept it, but I'm not willing to have a "he who smelt it, dealt it" argument with a dog.
This has been a trying week to be a MARC commuter here in the DC Metro Area.
Tuesday we had a brilliant person leave their bags on the Capitol Ltd, Westbound to Chicago. This was discovered and the panic button was pushed. Bomb squad, fire, dogs, etc. My train was supposed to leave DC at 6pm. We left closer to 7:15. We sat at Silver Spring for 30 to 40 mins. I got home at 9:30pm, I left work at 4:30pm. That was a fun 5 hour commute.
Today, Friday, someone screwed up. Someone screwed up badly. MARC trains were running 30 to 135 (!) minutes late into DC. I don't know the exact reason why, but it's just bloody stupid that we can run WW2 levels of traffic for 5 years and be able to handle these things but when we have much lower levels of traffic nobody can dispatch the trains properly.
So, I took METRO into work today. It's raining, it's going to turn to snow later on. ugh.
Normally, I'm not that into college basketball. There are so many games to watch and teams one could keep track of that I just don't want to invest the time in separating the wheat from the chaff.
However this changes during March Madness. 65 teams for the next three weeks will go down to 1 National Champion. They're all good teams to have made the selection and the games are filled with the potential for an upset.
Also they play these games during the week so there's something on TV that I can get into besides the last three episodes of Battlestar Galactica.
First: Got called in to take notes at a meeting on VERY short notice Second: Found out my Spamalot tickets had been stolen before they could be delivered to me. Third: Got called to a meeting for more note taking and informed that there will be more meetings from 4 to 4:30pm every day Fourth: The computer system I work on the RefDesk for still is having trouble. Fifth: Had to work late, missed two trains. Made the last one out of DC. Sixth: George Mason lost. I had hoped they'd get another chance to be Cinderella, if for nothing else than to give Billy Packer a big F-U.