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…you list “Quidditch” as one of your interests.

I’m not Christian. I’m not a parent. I’m not even an administrative assistant. You may think that means I have no holiday of my own. Not so! Turns out the first Friday in June is National Donut Day. Score! As you can see, I wasted no time celebrating:

…apparently there’s such a thing as “dry drowning”. Well, that’s just grand.

I call this Why I Need to Buy a Ladder. This could have easily turned into How Craig Broke His Neck.

We had a slight fire alarm situation in the house this weekend.

Does anybody else sometimes snap into consciousness only to think “Wow, this is an interesting development.”? Like today, I suddenly looked down to see this:

Yep, that’s me in my pjs making a pouch out of my shirt so i could take jelly beans back to my desk. And yes, I did customize that assortment from all those bags at my feet. It’s not that I didn’t know I was doing it, it’s just that it didn’t seem quite so strange when I started.

Still, I think this is better than the time I caught myself putting a cookie in my pocket for later.

I saw this headline yesterday and thought “Cat food isn’t that expensive.”

Sometimes I’m not sure about my career choice. Like when it’s 10 pm, and I run my code only to see this:

Hey program, are you sure you can’t muster up an error message? Maybe a line number? Nope? Just a question mark? Wow, thanks for being so descriptive.

I’m not just into junk food and American Idol. Sometimes I do grownup things like go see Barack Obama speak. See..

Can you tell it’s him? You might just have to trust me on this.

Perhaps you’ll remember my recent love affair with one of Scarlett Johnasson’s new songs. Well, her full album, Anywhere I Lay My Head, just came out. I’m not going to lie. I was pretty excited. That was, until I heard track one which sounded very much like they gave her a horn and told her to blow for 2 minutes. At that point I got worried. While I still stand beside my love of her version of Falling Down, I’m going to have to unassociate myself from the rest of the album, as I find it to be (for lack of a more ladylike term) steaming crap. Sorry, ScarJo. If you care to hear for yourself, the whole thing is up on free napster.

I was doing a little research on Cool Whip today (Why? Because I love it. That’s why.) and discovered that Cool Whip is now available in spray can form! I’ve rarely been so excited.