Weird sights
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captainsblog*Yesterday, in church.
Always making efforts to be more welcoming to newcomers (Greek: ΠΘΘβϛ), our weekly bulletin included a new service opportunity for us. The idea's a simple one: to make visitors feel more appreciated by greeting them at their homes (presumably by using addresses voluntarily provided, not by following them home like creepy Christian stalkers), thanking them for attending, providing them with a small gift and inviting them back. Surveys confirm that this kind of personal touch is very important in making your group stand out.
That wouldn't be worth mentioning here. What is worth it, though, is what they rather cluelessly decided to call it:
First Contact.
Whenever introducing a new idea and giving it a clever name, it's always a good idea to google it first and see what unintended references it might lead to.
I don't have to tell any of you, do I?
At least they picked an even-numbered Star Trek film, so the effort should, hopefully, go over better.
Will I volunteer? Probably, but only if I get to wear pointy ears and pass out plomeek soup.
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* Downtown Rochester, just now.
I was pulling into a parking garage when the phone rang, and I tried to hold the conversation and signal while exploring for a spot, but the call dropped. I pulled into what must have been the most primo parking space in the entire ramp, close to an outside wall, and resumed the call. When I finished, I looked for the RESERVED or HANDICAPPED sign I must have been infringing on, but there was none. At that very second, a ramp security type walked by. "Am I missing something? I can't have just landed this good a space!"
"Nope, you're fine. You just got lucky!"
Which it seemed, until I looked in the car next to me and saw somebody lying, side down, in the passenger seat.
I called him back over, he knocked on the window and roused the woman from a rather odd lunchtime nap. Mind, it's warm enough around here right now for overheating to be an issue, and garages are occasionally known for CO poisoning, so I just hope my luck, and her air supply, all last until I get out of here an hour or so from now.
Always making efforts to be more welcoming to newcomers (Greek: ΠΘΘβϛ), our weekly bulletin included a new service opportunity for us. The idea's a simple one: to make visitors feel more appreciated by greeting them at their homes (presumably by using addresses voluntarily provided, not by following them home like creepy Christian stalkers), thanking them for attending, providing them with a small gift and inviting them back. Surveys confirm that this kind of personal touch is very important in making your group stand out.
That wouldn't be worth mentioning here. What is worth it, though, is what they rather cluelessly decided to call it:
First Contact.
Whenever introducing a new idea and giving it a clever name, it's always a good idea to google it first and see what unintended references it might lead to.
I don't have to tell any of you, do I?
At least they picked an even-numbered Star Trek film, so the effort should, hopefully, go over better.
Will I volunteer? Probably, but only if I get to wear pointy ears and pass out plomeek soup.
----
* Downtown Rochester, just now.
I was pulling into a parking garage when the phone rang, and I tried to hold the conversation and signal while exploring for a spot, but the call dropped. I pulled into what must have been the most primo parking space in the entire ramp, close to an outside wall, and resumed the call. When I finished, I looked for the RESERVED or HANDICAPPED sign I must have been infringing on, but there was none. At that very second, a ramp security type walked by. "Am I missing something? I can't have just landed this good a space!"
"Nope, you're fine. You just got lucky!"
Which it seemed, until I looked in the car next to me and saw somebody lying, side down, in the passenger seat.
I called him back over, he knocked on the window and roused the woman from a rather odd lunchtime nap. Mind, it's warm enough around here right now for overheating to be an issue, and garages are occasionally known for CO poisoning, so I just hope my luck, and her air supply, all last until I get out of here an hour or so from now.
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Date: 2012-03-20 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 04:32 pm (UTC)(At church, that is. Not even heaven would be able to help us if we had those at the house;)
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Date: 2012-03-20 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-19 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-19 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 12:54 am (UTC)"Aieee!"
"He's dead, Jim."
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Date: 2012-03-20 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 12:59 am (UTC)And ditto on the dye.
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Date: 2012-03-21 11:54 pm (UTC)Now what's the point of such a half-public entry, I wonder. Unless you want to spare your friends from another piece of utter boredom. ;)
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Date: 2012-03-22 01:33 am (UTC)It's roughly equivalent to online documents that allow you to limit access to "people who have the exact link." That way, you can allow specific people to see an entry without either making it public or giving them general Friends access.