From today's mis-heard lyrics calendar entry:
wrong lyric: Rocket man, running with his shoes off, hair is long
right lyric: Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
(I thought it was Rocket man, running on the fumes of ethelone)
And from Nov. 10th
wrong lyric: Let's give them something to Taco Bell
right lyric: Let's give them somethign to talk about (from Bonnie Raitt, "Something to talk about")
From Dilbert page-a-day, on Oct. 31
PHB approaches Alice
PHB: May I have a word with you? You're not spending enough time in your cubicle. It looks as if our department isn't productive.
Alice: But ... I can't do my job from my cubicle.
PHB: You have to set priorities. Looking productive is very important to this department.
Alice: Will I get a big raise for looking busy while my projects flounder?
PHB: You won't get a big raise either way.
Alice: GAAA!!
PHB: Here's a blank piece of paper to carry back to your cubicle.