Check out Jane's latest post, yo.
http://adventuresinfosteringhope.blogspot.com/2009/09/proper-care-and-feeding-of-superman.html
Do you see why this is so fantastic in the Hidden Blog realm?
It's like this. Who'd deny that there are some clear differences between men and women? Studies have shown that there are, and not just the kind that prevent anyone from mistaking Barbie for Ken. So as long as there are billions of these opposite-gender organic machines walking around, why not read up on them... you know, try to figure them out? Jane's all over it. Sweet.
Looks like Dr. Laura has taken a stab at the science herself. Here's my take on those findings.
1. Yep, when I come home there are often times that the creature that enters the door is not Joe. It is the Workasaurus. This beast has been wrapped in non-comfy clothing for most of its waking hours, caged in a sitting position and forced to think about problems that are mostly unsolvable by day's end. As a result, its back is tight, its brain is running on fumes from the strain and from the ultimate man-frustration of not having all the answers yet, and it's been several hours since it last ate. Fortunately, this does mean that Workasaurus has little eye for its surroundings (including the appearance of its mate) upon returning to its habitat. More fortunately still, it undergoes a remarkable transformation within a few minutes. During that time, it makes small yet important accomplishments by changing clothes and stretching out... tiny problems solved! It solves another problem by shutting closed the section of the brain that holds the work problems. At that point Joe safely emerges with the smile of a little positive momentum and relaxation. So caretakers can easily succeed by taking a few precautions. First, do not ask the Workasaurus to speak. Even sunny phrases like "Hello" have been found to have little useful value, and may even cause irritation. Once the man emerges, it habitually makes pleasant first contact. Second, do not reverse the transformation by opening the vault of memories from the recently-completed work day. These memories are acidic to the man, since they were not only unsolvable while at work, but now are even less so until he has a chance to return in the morning. However, occasionally the man will release several details on its own without prompting.
Watch for more to come this week. Right now, I'm headed upstairs for some "date time" watching re-runs with Dena of season 5 of The Office!
1 comment:
Hmmm...I think I have one of those prehistoric creatures in my house. And I agree that saying "How was your day" would get me stabbed...and I probably wouldn't understand most of the work jargon anyway. So he goes upstairs and does his thing and emerges 30 minutes later and asks "What do you need my help with?" ...and all is well.
(I was going to say he comes home a hunched over brewing Caterpillar but emerges a butterfly but then thought that would totally strip Superman of his manliness...to be compared to a butterfly).
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