Hot-Sun-in-the-Not-So-Summertime Rambly Bits

-- I found myself explaining "The Corbomite Maneuver" to lcmlc on Sunday after I said to Squeaker, "Why are you making Balok face?" while on the phone with lcmlc. For some reason, this amused mabfan.

-- Instead of calling the Alterna-LOST-'verse "Sideways," I started calling it the "Fanservice 'verse" while watching the finale.

-- This is a crazy-busy week at Chez Burstein: Sunday we had a thing at the shul in the evening; last night we had donovanstitch over for dinner as he is in town for a conference; tonight through Thursday night mabfan has Town Meeting (if anyone wants to hang out at our place with Muffin, Squeaker, and me, we'll be available); Friday night and Saturday we have a friend and her two-year-old daughter staying with us for Shabbat (she's in town for Harvard graduation); Sunday and Monday we have various tentative plans.

-- Thanks to various friends, we have a bunch of warm-weather clothing for Ms. Muffin and Ms. Squeaker. This is a Very Good Thing, as it went from grey-and-50s to sunny-and-80s in the span of about three days.

-- Somehow this Shavuot passed without a single blintz being consumed by either mabfan or me. I will have to rectify this blintzless state at some juncture.

A Good Customer Service Experience

Scene: mabfan is out at Town Meeting. gnomi is home with Muffin and Squeaker. The phone begins to ring, and gnomi gets up to leave the room. Muffin and Squeaker, considering themselves abandoned, begin to shriek. Upon answering the phone, gnomi determines it is a telemarketing call and starts heading back to the continuously shrieking Muffin and Squeaker.

Telemarketer lady: I'm calling with a brief survey...

gnomi: I'm sorry, this isn't a good...

TL: Oh, I can hear. I'm sorry; we'll call another time.

gnomi, apologetic for the backround noise: I have ten-month-old twins.

TL: I understand. Have a good night.

And then we hung up.