I'm doing one of those escape from a locked room team building things tonight.

Use someone's black Amex to pry the pins out of the door hinges. Overheat someone's iPhone to see if it will blow out the lock.

Use someone's black Amex to pry the pins out of the door hinges. Overheat someone's iPhone to see if it will blow out the lock.

I don't want Connie on my team...unless I can send her undercover as a rogue agent with the opposing team to wreak mayhem and havoc.

Did y'all see that article about the restaurant in China that was caught putting heroin poppy seed pods in their noodle dishes? They were hoping their diners would get addicted to them.

That's kind of hilarious.

Went to an Alz thing tonight so my mother could get the big award, which was fine. At least it was over early and the commuter rail scheduled worked out for us!

I'm interested to hear what you think of it, shrift. I suspect I would get super frustrated and not enjoy it at all, although I do like puzzles, so who knows? I just imagine an artificial high pressure situation and figure I would give in to the urge to just give up.

eating yellow

Chewing yellow. Which in a fevered dream tasted like the sound of the sensation of chewing on a balloon. My senses' wires get totally fucked up when I'm running a fever. It's kinda fascinating.

I would give in to the urge to just give up.

There should be an option to say "Look, someone would be bound to come look for us, so why not everybody kick back with their phones and chill to some music?"

edit: except for the poor schmoe whose phone I blew up.

Had fun at the zoo today. I think it was a bad time to come—all the attractions and keeper demonstrations/chats were closed down (even the ones the map didn't identify as seasonal or weekend-only), as were most of the cafes and food stands. However, the first enclosure I encountered after entering was the red pandas, which made up for a great deal, and I also got to see the seals, sea lions, and penguins being fed and a lion and tiger having a roar-off.

The Manhole was my favorite name for a gay bar.

Yeah, but Boston had (or may still have) one called the Ramrod. Which I think sums things up nicely. Two blocks from Fenway Park, BTW.

Sounds good to me, Matt.

We had a gay bar called The Pipeline; in the basement was a separate bar called The Manhole.

I was going to post that I went to the Pipeline a few times when I was in Cincinnati for grad school, but I never did go down to the Manhole.