You could call in the morning, you know…
Just wait till 2011! 
In other news, on 11/11, I will make the final payment on my debt and will be debt-free. Might as well decide that the exact time of escape from bondage is 11:11. Definitely a thing to remember.
I was thinking of this gorgeous Greek woman I know. Sadly, though, she now lives on another continent (Wales, to be precise).
Do the Greeks say, “It’s Welsh to me” when they don’t understand something?
What if Ocean’s Eleven (as a production company) buys out Seven Eleven as a way to market all sorts of George Clooney and Brad Pitt bobble-heads? Will they change the name to Ocean’s Seven and have a big map of the Seven Seas as a logo, or just go with “11:11”?
Might was well go in for some Greek Rarebit.
Wouldn’t that cause complex incomprehensible dreams?
I’ve heard that a big gulp of ouzo will make those dreams comprehensible if not less complex. They take on the form of one of those sequences where you return to the beginning of the same dream until you eventually wake up. Most often you’re in a different location when you do; some place where they only serve Italian. It can get tricky if you aren’t used to ouzo.
It’s my birthday too! I’ll be 51. (better than being dead, the only alternative to not getting older.)
Congratulations and Happy Birthday to both you and Sunspace. In three more years you’ll be the same age as your birth year (if my math is right).
It’s sad that people born after 1980 will have little opportunity to have the same thing happen for them. One advantage to being born in the mid-century zone. In fact, I made it to double my birth year in 82.
Happy birthday! But as for that alternative, I just read this:
I’ll be 42. Let us hoist a beer* for birthdayhood!
[sub]Well, in my case, a hot chocolate with banana flavouring, whipped cream, and little sprinklies, because I’ll be at the weekly meeting of the Toronto Esperanto club in a cafe in downtown Toronto, and they don’t serve beer, but you get the idea. Although possibly later, when we go to the Vietnamese restaurant. Did I mention that we like to eat?
And talk. We really like to talk.[/sub]
It’s Sunday. I’m at work, and as promised, I’m posting to this thread.
It definitely seems to me that there is far less SDMB activity on the weekends than on weekdays. My impression is that the busiest time is Monday-Friday from noon to 2 p.m. my time (Central).
Is anyone bored enough that they’d like to hear how my neighbor died last week? It’s weird, but sad.
Hiya! Glad to see you. Been waiting for your appearance.
Sure, share the story.
Then eàthere are people like me, who just camp on the boards whenever they’re online, which, in my case, is most of the time these days.
Sure. Disclaimer: I’m not bored, but I wouldn’t mind hearing anyways.
It wasn’t actually my neighbor; it was my neighbor’s brother-in-law, “Brian”.
Brian is (or I guess was) 44 years old. He was very good looking and had a great personality. He came from a wealthy family. This guy had everything going for him, but he’s been an alcoholic for many years. Alienated his family, couldn’t keep a job, drug down anyone who tried to help him.
Last week he was found dead in a sleazy ho-motel. He died from drinking mouthwash (for the alcohol in it). I don’t know the details, but apparently his liver couldn’t take any more abuse, and he died in his sleep (or at least while passed out). I was wondering why he would choose to drink mouthwash instead of liquor, and I was told, “It’s easier to steal.” I was told that he had been known to steal and drink hairspray.
Well, I didn’t mean to bring anyone down. It’s a terrible story, but kind of morbidly fascinating.
laina_f, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re perilously close to 3000 posts in the anniversary month of your Join Date.
At least Brian didn’t take others out in traffic. There’s that good side. What a waste.
So, you’re “working” today? What’s the funniest thing you can say about what your work entails?
Make that 2000 posts in three years.
It’s 2000, but thanks for pointing it out. I wasn’t paying attention and totally wasted my 1000th.
One thing that’s weird is that probably most of us think, “If I were good looking and charming and rich, I’d have the world at my feet.” How could things go so wrong? Is it possible that being ugly, geeky and/or poor gives one reason to live?
I have to think about this.
Anyone else? What’s the funniest thing you can say about what your work entails?
The funniest thing is, I read that last sentence and thought it said, “What’s the funniest thing about your work entrails,” and I was going, “Ewww… do I really want to tell them about the hideous black-magic pissing-into-the-dark-night-of-ignorance quality of dealing with FrameMaker’s Reference Pages”? But that isn’t funny at all; it’s more like dealing with Cthulhu.
You know, I’m plagued by the thought that the last post to this thread will come at 11:59 PM tonight (CDT, of course).
Happy Birthday Sunspace and pudytat72!
Mom’s birthday is 7-7-43, I always thought that was pretty cool. Not quite as cool as being born six years later would have been, but cool enough anyway. Beats my 6-28-70 anyway.
Funniest thing about my work…yeah, I gots nothing. I work in a factory, it’s just as boring and monotonous as you’d imagine.
Will the normal weekday gangs ignore this thread y’think?
Not if I have a say in it. 
Oh, and Happy Birthday, guys.