A Interview with Daisy

This Thanksgiving I was fortunate enough to catch and spend a few minutes with this fascinating individual.


Name: Daisy
DOB: April 12, 2004
Favorite Colors: Purple and Pink
Favorite Vitals: Cheerios

Do you consider yourself prissy?

Well, I do enjoy having my nails polished and painted a delightfully shade of purple but, I'll sink a canine in to that nose of yours if you throw down.

What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?

Once, I was confused with a Dalmation. Really people look closer; these here spots are brown!

Any special Thanksgiving plans?

Yeah, I'm going to snag a piece of pumpkin pie and this year I'm prepared to blitz. However I don't think it will come to that because I'm pretty sure I'll be able to utilize my natural charm to get it.

You seam pretty level. Does anything bother you?

Yea every time that fu*king vacuum gets fired up I go absolutely bananas. I swear one day I'm going to tear that noise machine to pieces.

Well Daisy it's been a pleasure talking with you. Happy Thanksgiving and good luck with that pie!

Checking In

10.5 hours and 550 miles later Jess and I are in North Carolina for Thanksgiving with the rest of the Stewart family.

2:10:10

Jess does the Jefferson Hospital Philadelphia Distance Run. I get tired just driving that far.

About a Week to go ...

My wife Jessica and I are set to meet up with our friends in Sao Paulo and trek over to Peru for some much needed vacation before Santa makes an appearance. If all goes will reach the top of this puppy(Machu Pichu) and I'll be posting picts to document the shenanigans of our adventure.

Muskrat!

A few months ago I finally hit my threshold for hearing the same stories regurgitated from the same individuals time and time again. Furthermore it occurred to me that the actual story telling events themselves were easily trigger-able. I came to realize that by simply saying the correct words, I was able to invoke a story. So I came up with a little game to encourage new material.

After targeting an individual from the usual lunchtime crew, and selecting one of their best band camp stories, I proceeded to inform the rest of the crew about my new game. The plan was to trigger the poor sole into telling their story. Lunchtime came and like clockwork the trap was sprung with much success. Over the next few days the lunchtime banter diminished as everyone became afraid of being the victimized. And then something magical happened ... new stories began to appear.

The game went through a few iterations and it was collectively modified to remove the embarrassment element and make it a bit more benign to the sensitive Nanceys. For example an individual can now say "muskrat" to indicate they are on to the setup. This effectively calls everyone else out and makes the game even. In the following weeks the game it self became the lunchtime topic of discussion and then slowly disappeared.

Today we very rarely set anyone up any more but, just knowing you could be a victim and publicly embarrassed is enough to keep the stories fresh.

Mission accomplished.

Hello World!

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