Fun disney history

Just doing some research for an article I'm editing and stumbled upon this awesome page with a Disney employee manual from 1943.

There are crazy people everywhere

Today while waiting in line to get a bagel in Union Square I overheard the following. Note that all of these statements were announced loudly, in a very frustrated manner. Also note that this woman was by herself.

"So slow. I spend my whole life waiting in line."

"I'm so sick of everything"

(other similar comments)

At this point she got to the front of the line.

Bagel guy: How you doin' today?

Crazy lady: Terrible. Walnut raisin muffin. That's it.

I want to be a viking when I die

According to the Wikipedia article for "Valhalla"

The main gate is called Valgrind, which is described in Grímnismál as a "sacred gate", behind which are the "holy doors" and "there are few who can tell the manner by which it is locked". The hall itself has 540 doors, so wide that 800 warriors could walk through side-by-side. It is said that there is room enough for all those chosen. Here, every day, the slain warriors who will assist Odin in Ragnarök, the gods' final conflict with the giants, arm themselves for battle and ride forth by the thousands to engage in mock combat on the plains of Asgard. Those who die in the combat will be brought back to life. At night, they return to Valhalla to feast on roasted boar (Sæhrímnir) and drink intoxicating drink.

The vikings had the manliest version of heaven ever.

Graduation

Yesterday I graduated from college.

This morning I woke up at the same time I did yesterday. I was groggy and confused. When I looked at the clock the only conclusion that I could come to was that I dreamed graduation day, and that I had to sit through the whole thing again. I didn't hate going to graduation the first time, but the idea listening to all of the commencement speakers in a hot robe for hours again just horrified me. I calmed down when I looked around and realized I was in my parents house and not my townhouse at school. Then I went back to sleep.

H-Dawg RIP

The Onion killed off my favorite (fictional) columnist this week. I'm pretty upset about it.

Check out Herbert Kornfeld's columns

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Herbery Kornfeld, or the H-Dawg as he liked to be called, he was a badass accountant who lived to crunch numbers. He was a good man. Now his shortie, Baby Prince H Tha Stone Col' Dopest Biz-ook-kihzeepin' Muthafukkin' Badass Supastar Kornfeld Tha Second, will grow up without a father figure.

Here are some of my favorite H-Dawg columns:
A Motivation Seminizar
A Day Off? Sheeit
I Gots To Represent At Tha Muthafuckin' Company Picnic

RIP H-Dawg, I hope you're with CPA-ONE in heaven now.

New blog

From now on bostonmolasses.blogspot.com will be restricted to actual articles. This will be my blog for more eclectic miscellany.