Yup that sounds about right.
Didn’t someone once say something about “Learning little is like a pylon spring - dangerous so don’t drink with it.” Boy I sure know what he meant now 
On more than one occasion I’ve written a text ABOUT someone, and sent it TO that person by accident. Recent incidents involved a not very flattering or pleasant text about my boss, which I sent to HIM instead of my coworker.
After gasping for air like a dying, flailing fish, I quickly followed it up with a joke and he bought it.
I’ve also sent things like “God So-n-So is boring me to death and we should go” to the person who’s boring me, instead of my friend across the table/room/whatever.
Those are harder to come back from.
Hey, one less boring friend to deal with right? :eek:
I slept in by nearly 5 hours recently. I was having a week off and not setting my alarm. Instead I just left my analogue watch (which doesn’t have digits on its face) on its side on my bedside cabinet. One night I’d taken a while to get to sleep. I woke up in the morning and looked at my watch. I thought the time was 5.30 so I tried to get back to sleep. I eventually put in ear plugs and donned an eye-mask. I dozed for a bit and then looked at my watch again. I thought it was still nowhere near 8am (on a day off, which was annoying) but then realised something wasn’t right. I picked up my watch and saw that it actually said 1.30pm. When I’d first woken up it had been about 11.00am, and my watch was upside down as I looked at it. I didn’t get over that weirdness for the rest of the day.
Two things in this thread have filled me with shuddering horror - the boiling honey in the open wound guy, and this.
And yet, I’ve heard of a recipe that calls for stewing a chicken in a sauce made from one can of coke and one bottle of ketchup that really intrigues me…
And at least an hour less of boredom!
Well, first I left my mp3 player and various other critical items in my car. In other words, I baited the thieves that smashed out my car window and stole everything.
Then three days later, I got a speeding ticket. See, cops tend to not be amused when you drive 47 in a 30 zone, especially if they’re sitting on the side of the road, on their bikes, completely conspicuous.
That’s okay. I had $100 to spare for the window and $100 to spare for the ticket and $500 to spare for the books and other items that were stolen. Hell that money was burning a hole in my pocket!
I recently discovered that, when going to post a letter, it’s best not to carry your house keys in the same hand as the letter.
Fortunately, the letter box was right outside the post office, and I was able to let them know that when the postman came to empty it, he might find something that didn’t belong in there…
I left my keys in my mailbox, went up to my apartment, discovered my gone keys, then went outside looking for my missing keys. I the went out side to see if I’d left them near my car. I had to call a friend to let me back in after a gentleman would not believe I lived there, and lo and behold.
Earlier this week I took a guy from school out to a Chinese buffet. He and I are on friendly terms, and I’m not usually the type to do anything remotely resembling social interaction, so this was kind of a first for me.
We pile up our plates and sit down; I take the fork and bite into a piece of broccoli. The stalk falls off the fork, bounces onto the table, then under the table. I hurriedly kick it towards the wall, but I know he saw that. All throughout the meal, I’m thinking, “Wow, nice going, Stauderhorse” and feeling like a dumbass. But, hell, I paid for his food, so he doesn’t get to say anything. 
Removed a stick of RAM from a computer that I thought was off.
Turned out that the computer and the RAM both still work, but I had a nasty few minutes thinking I was going to have to pay for a replacement and rescue all the data from the hard drive. The worst thing about it was that I did it in front of the computer owner, who spent the time between us realising what I’d just done and me demonstrating that the computer still worked by shrieking loudly and indulging in some rather unpleasant personal abuse.
If you ask me to work on your computer for free, don’t hang around distracting me while I’m doing it. Better still, don’t ask.
It doesn’t do much for egg drop soup, either. I’m blaming it on the fact that I was pregnant at the time.
- The family was gone away for the day and I needed to have my cell phone to keep in touch with them. The only charger I had was for my car. Simple, I thought, I’ll run the car while I’m out walking the dogs for half an hour and when I get back it’ll be charged.
In my neighborhood, I’m sure my car would have been fine running all day without anyone bothering it, but I thought I’d take the extra step and lock the doors. Besides, this magic little key fob will unlock the doors later, right?
Wrong. Mr. Key Fob does not work when the car is running. Thank Og for AAA, and at least my cellphone was fully charged when they were done.
- In the middle of a huge kitchen remodel, I was moving the electric range. I turned off the outlet and unwired the stove, planning to wire a new receptacle for the range. Well, I had to move a lot more wire than I realized and I’d have enough to wire it directly. So now I could take back my new receptacle and cord and get my $30 back. Hooray!
Except, because I didn’t plan to rewire it directly, I didn’t make a really strong mental image of how the wires were supposed to go back together. Suffice it to say that when the positive and ground are reversed, a large fireball quickly ensues. I was downstairs quickly turning the power back off when I heard the breaker pop, but my 8-yo was pretty amazed.
One of the tastiest barbecue sauces I ever had was ketchup + cola + simmered down. Holy shit.
I once accidentally left my stick-shift car in neutral when I got out to pump gas, and quickly discovered the ground was not level. (I caught it before it went into the street.)
I also tried to clean a wood staircase with Pledge once (it was my first time living in a house with wood floors). Luckily I only got a few steps done before I realized my mistake, because I had to climb those steps to reach the next ones, and immediately slipped back down the stairs.
We used to live in a rented basement apartment. Below the kitchen sink was a sump and a sump pump, to flush the water upwards into the house’s main line.
I noticed the water wasn’t draining as quickly as it used to from the sink, so I decided the sump must be blocked. Unplugged it, removed the cover, and –
Gah! Disgusting! Always used a fat jar for draining bacon, etc, but enough grease still managed to get into the sump, creating a rather large blockage. Cleared it away with my fingers, ignore the smell and the feel of it.
Much cleaner! Let’s just plug it back in to make sure the pump’s clear … What, put the cover back on? Re-connect the hose? Not look directly into the pump’s outlet? Pshaw - that kind of thinkin’ is for ninnies!
So, after getting a forceful face full of sumpwater and slipping and sputtering to the outlet to unplug the G-D thing: cue my wife’s signature line –
“What’d you do THIS TIME?”
Yeah, we recently had some of the wood floors in our place refinished. In the process of cleaning up some lingering dust, cwPartner managed to hit several spots on floor with furniture polish. I’m desperately hoping that the stuff wears off BEFORE my feet go sliding out from under me (several close calls so far, but no injuries).
Clearly, the only sensible solution is to put on a pair of fuzzy socks and spend the day sliding around.
This is very tame, and not at all dangerous, but still rather silly and absent-minded…
When I watch videos on windows media player, if I want the controls to appear I move the mouse.
Well. I was watching a video on my ipod. I happened to be sat at a computer. I wanted the controls to appear. So guess what I did. Yes. You guessed right.
When looking at WoW screenshots, I’ve tried to change the camera angle.
Be careful. Even with the spark plug unhooked, the blade can still spin on it’s own a bit if you push it through the compression stroke.