Each of the following is too short for a posting on its own, but I’ve worked up to a collection:

• My brother and I seem to be incapable of having a phone conversation that doesn’t involve one of us waking up the other.  He called me at 11 PM my time and woke me up (I mentioned this previously).  I returned the favor by waking him up when I called him back.  In my defense, it was 1 PM his time when I called (he’d taken the red eye home from Thailand and was sleeping it off).
• When I was trying to call my brother, I was having frustration issues with Skype: it absolutely refused to dial my brother’s South Korean mobile number–it kept dropping a digit.  Skype insisted that mobile numbers in South Korea are only supposed to have 9 digits–my brother’s has 10.  I was able to download an updated version of Skype that accepted the crucial 10th digit, but … I installed it on my laptop in early summer, at which point it was the latest version.  My brother has had the same mobile number for three years.
• I just had a conversation with a coworker in which she was telling me–in great detail–that being gassed is a pain-free way to die.  I’m really not sure that I want to know why it is that she knows this.  This was after she ran down a list of everyone in the office that she didn’t want to hang.  It was a relatively short list.  Fortunately, I was on it … which didn’t stop me from backing away slowly.
• I’m pretty sure there was an amateur porn star behind me in line at Wendy’s in the student union today.  Not right behind me,  just close enough for me to wonder why I thought I’d seen him before … and then to be embarrassed later when I realized where.  And relieved when I realized that I hadn’t actually seen the video in question (for the record: the haircut and crooked teeth.  Most of the guys recruited for those things are so interchangeable, I remember seeing an ad for his and thinking, “Jeez, what were they thinking?”)
• This afternoon, my boss brought up four stacks of books from our reading room that had been on the shelves in his office, “for a little while” (as he said).  The books have been in his office at least since before we got new bookshelves in the reading room … which was in 2002.  I know my sense of time is a bit off, but wow.
• This is funny.