February 2nd, 2006

running, bomb tech

Blessed Imbolc, people!

Hooray the lactating sheep! Notice your favorite signs of spring, which is right around the corner it swears! Honest!

(Favorite sign of spring of mine: may I please have some impeachment proceedings? No matter what the important technical differences are between lying under oath during an investigation about where the First Dick was going and lying to the general public about starting a war, I can't help but feel that one of these things is worse than the other.)

Chandler Braley went missing. ...
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(no subject)

The little squares of air freshener have been multiplying. No one gets rid of the dead ones. There is no way to tell.
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Air freshener study!

These air fresheners are supposedly organic (I saw one in the wrapper), and are little blocks of pressed fiber of some obscure sort or other. They look for all the world like 2" x 2" x .25" chunks of a fine-grained particle board or dehydrated yellow sponge.

I'm not sure what their expected lifespan is, but they just keep collecting in the oddest places around the workplace. There are at least three balanced on little ledges and crammed into crevices in the bathroom. There is one sitting on top of the moulding around a supply closet door.

(There are actually four or more in the ladies' room. There was an extra one balanced on top of the lights that I didn't remember being in there.)

They almost look too scary to attempt to sniff to see if they're still good. What if they're industrial-strength, still good, and burn out the nostrils? What if they've picked up the inevitable scents from sitting in the bathroom? These are rather silly fears that could be avoided by using the proper chemistry trick of wafting the scent to the nose rather than getting a good snootful of the experiment in progress, but they are still concerns under consideration.

According to the packaging, the scent is allegedly "green apple", at least on some of the items. We shall see about that.
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Getting fresh in the bathrooms

My curiousity got the better of me when I was alone in the restroom. I took a paper towel and picked up the oldest brick of air freshener I knew of, the one balanced on the top of the stall cubicle walls.

It was very dusty indeed, since it had been sitting up there for some time. I cautiously sniffed at it. Though it was old, it had a powerful smell of something fruity and vile, reminiscent of the results when a five-year-old spills two clashing bottles of scented lotion together.

A diabolical inspiration came to me. If ever I had any vile perfume to dispose of, I could smuggle it into the workplace, wait until alone, and pour it onto the spongelike air fresheners. No one could tell the difference.
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