Category Archives: Humour

Best. Excuse. Ever.

After being being served with an official notice asking why he had only attended his office 16 days over eight months, Indian engineer, Rameschandra Fefar claimed:

I am Lord Vishnu’s 10th incarnation as Kalki.

I am doing penance at home by entering into the fifth dimension to change the global conscience.

“This work I cannot do in the office. Thus I don’t remain physically present in the office.

How would you prove that he isn’t?

(via One Foot Tsunami)

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No-one messes with Eurovision

From Scandinavia and the World:

I love the comment from Russia: “I can influence American presidential elections but I have no power over Eurovision”

And rightly so.

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Percussive maintenance FTW

NASA fix for Curiosity rovers’s damaged drill: hitting it, repeatedly

NASA’s top engineers think they’ve figured out a way to get the Curiosity rover’s drill back to work holing the rock faces of Mars.

The new technique is called Feed Extended Drilling (FED) and uses the rover’s robotic arm to direct the drill bit. Tests conducted in February 2018 proved the technique didn’t work very well so the NASA boffins added a percussive element to hopefully drive the spinning drill bit into rock slabs on Saturday.

Percussive maintenance: If it’s good enough for NASA, it’s good enough for me.

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Smurfing Beer

The other night the boys were talking about drinks and one of them expressed the view that beer is bad for you.

“Not if it’s Smurfing Beer,” said I.

“What?” They chorused.

Thank Google for YouTube.

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Imperatives and Explanations

While on the subject of workplace toilets, Alistair Dabbs observes:

Also highly revealing about a workplace is the signage displayed in office restrooms. Wherever I go, no matter how posh the surroundings, workers appear to need wall-mounted directives printed in large font sizes on how to use — or rather, how not to misuse — the facilities.

This reminds me of the facilities I encountered at a previous employer. The cubicles on the first floor (which was inhabited mainly by IT folks) all carried a sign instructing you to clean the pan after use.

On the second floor (where the accountants lived), the cubicles carried signs explaining how to clean the pan after use.

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