Ungrounded Outlet

Like many people, I use an Outlook/Exchange combo at work. There are some great things about it and some sucky things about it. Anyway, I just learned a new trick today that should have been incredibly obvious but that I never figured out. So I figured I’d share.

If you drag an email to the “Tasks” button on the Outlook Bar, Outlook will create a new task using the subject and body of the email. I was using an orange flag on emails to indicate my “To do” items (because 99% of my work is assigned via email). Now I can actually integrate it into that whole task system that Outlook already had.

I had a dream last night. It was a pretty lame dream: I dreamt that I was at work. Seriously, that was it. Just me. At work. And because it was a dream, my brain somehow managed to squeeze the whole nine hours in. The only weird thing is that my employer had relocated to my old high school. It didn’t seem strange at the time.

In the dream, I finally got to go home. I walked out the door into the parking lot. I was walking to my car which was right where I parked in during my senior year.

Then my alarm clock went off. I bolted out of bed in surprise (as I tend to do). I said out loud, “Wait. I have to go to work. But I just got to go home! This isn’t fair!” To be fair, I didn’t so much “say it out loud” and “whine it out loud”.

Because I had already been to work today (in a sense), today seemed much longer than usual.

A good storyteller could take this tale and make it interesting. Perhaps tonight, I’ll dream about being a good storyteller.

So.

Snakes On A Plane. There were [expletive deleted] snakes. They were on a [expletive deleted] plane. At this point, the movie had delivered on all of its promises.

But there was so much more! There was random nudity thrown in just to make the R-Rating. There was much cussing because that’s what the people demanded. There was Samuel L. Jackson being Samuel L. Jackson while he contended with snakes. On a plane.

There was snake vision.

The (very young) crowd cheered and applauded throughout the movie. There was actually an audience participation script floating around the Internet that my group didn’t know about until we got to the theater. Several people brought plastic snakes to throw at the scene. It’s Rocky Horror for today’s generation. Though, I’m not sure how well it will do in that sense (lacking transvestites and all).

Overall, it was great and exactly as expected. Go see it if you’ve ever been entertained by “There’s X on Y. Hilarity Ensues” type situations. This is best of breed.

While searching for something completely unrelated, I found a newsgroup post from 1987 from my favorite professor at Clemson.

It’s creepy that I found it. It’s stunning about the vast amount of stuff that’s on the Internet.

And it gives me cause to say, “I really miss Clemson” for like the tenth time today.

BTW, the title of this post is a really stupid example of a production in BNF. It doesn’t really make sense, but I don’t care.

From reddit, I’m reading an article about the gullability of Americans.

It references Clemson’s Dr. Judy Woods, someone who I’ve heard some great stories about. Twenty seconds of searching couldn’t find the original paper (though I did find a summary of it on Tripod, but I refuse to link to Tripod), but since I don’t think I’d understand it anyway, I don’t care so much.

So, here’s a great movie. Unlike most movies you’ll find on the Internet, it has no naked people and very little gay sex.