Durr, I wonder if Little Choy will insult an alien.

Also, there’s the Phone Guys:

I just feel that I need to spread the word that the translation of Hesiod’s Works and Days that I am using for my mythology class at one point refers to the god Hephaestus as “famous old Gimpy” and I find this hilarious. Sure it is mildly amusing because making fun of someone who is crippled is always funny (this is fact, you can not dispute this ever), but what amuses me more about it is the familiarity of the term. If some text had referred to Athena as “famous old Brainy” or Hercules as “famous old Muscles” I would find it nearly as amusing, I think.

Still, Google tells me that the phrase is barely used in the Internet, so I guess nobody has latched onto this one phrase as much as I have. Everybody but me is a joyless moron (this is fact, you can not dispute this ever).

On Monday I dropped my phone on the way to class. I use my phone to get into my apartment building, so I didn’t notice until I got home. Inconvenient. Luckily the phone was discovered by some folk who bothered to get in touch with the person I had texted most recently: Marq. With his help the people got my phone back to me and all was well.

Reviewing the texts between Marq and the helpful people I learn that when they first contacted Marq and told them they had found a phone, he saw that I it was my number and assumed it was me being a dumbass. This is the correct response, because Marq knows me.

On the back of my phone there is a little cover that goes over the battery. Every time I drop the phone it falls off, so I was not surprised that when I got the phone back it was missing. I rigged up a little duct tape replacement for the cover and was content with that. On my way to class on Tuesday, though, I found the cover untouched on the sidewalk. It wasn’t even covered with leaves or anything. My phone was whole again.

That is my story about my phone.