Something happened last week that was so life-altering that I felt compelled to take a break from the hectic month that is National Novel Writer's Month and tell you about it.
Last week, I actually learned something at work.
It's astonishing, I know. Surely by now I should have my own reality TV show and not have to actually work for a living, right? Sadly not. Maybe I just need to change my last name to that of an alien race from Star Trek. Like what's-her-face from Keeping Up With The Cardassians. Suggestions welcome.
Last week I was talking with Cool Co-Worker (note that this is a pseudonym and not just merely an adjective phrase) and somehow elements came into the conversation (I don't quite remember how). Cool Co-Worker (or Apple Dude, as he was referred to himself in his blog, which you should go read, though I don't have formal permission to link to it, but you should still go read it. Google it) mentioned something about Californium.
TallIntel: Wait, you mean that's real?
AppleDude: It is indeed. (and he sent me the wikipedia article to prove it)
TallIntel: Wow! I thought that it was just something Tom Lehr made up in his song about the periodic table of elements. More obscure music stuff. I'm a bit of an amature musicologist
AppleDude: ? Musicologist?
TallIntel: It's every bit as real as Californium (I sent him the wikipedia article to prove it)
AppleDude: You know, that's funny, because Californium does not occur naturally...
TallIntel: Well, the only known specimens of Musicologist have been bred in captivity. Oh sure, there are rumors of sightings of Wild Musicologists, but no one's ever seen one
AppleDude: Poor captive musicologists. Bred to wither and die in a cage...
TallIntel: They don't really wither. Not unless someone plays Katy Perry music
The preceding was an approximate recreation of an actual conversation. In reality, AppleDude was funnier, but I can only remember the funny stuff that I said. No big surprise there.
