So I have this friend, Jodi, who has a real dramatic flair. That’s her, on the left, in her wedding dress. Her wedding (as beautiful as it was reflective of her personality) opened with the theme from 2001, if that gives you any clues. That’s her dancing with Anthony-the-sweetheart-groom. And yes, that’s a Battlestar Galactica tattoo on her back. She got it special for the wedding.
At the paper where she is a reporter, Jodi’s coworkers reaaaaaly got into that commercial about Hump Day. Apparently a camel walks through the office asking people what day it is, on Wednesdays, because that’s halfway through the week? Who comes up with this sh–anyway, Jodi let fly with an online tirade about Hump Day–and being a very intelligent woman and a wordsmith, Jodi can tirade with eloquence that sticks to you.
So my friend Elissa and I did what came naturally: mailed it to Jodi in an anonymous package, timing it to arrive on a Wednesday. The postal service being what it is, it arrived on a Friday, and when Jodi got in from work, exhausted and looking forward to a weekend of freedom, she let us know how pleased she was at being sent this gift. How did she know it was us? Well, Jodi is very smart…
We are reliably informed that the camel is still alive, living on Jodi’s desk at the paper, and that on Wednesdays her coworkers delight in playing with it. This makes Elissa and I very happy. We expect more death pictures soon.