Updates, in flavors "random" and "more random"

* My thanks to everyone who chimed in to help me name my bacon yesterday. Reader opinion strongly favors going with "Francis," and I am hardly one to counter the public will, but I will invoke my bacon owner's privilege by using as his middle name norda's suggestion of "Wilbur."

* New Job People call me up, saying that I need to fill in their e-forms. I go online, and discover that my browser will not open the page, saying I don't have the software I'd just installed. New Job People call me up, saying that despite my explanation of above, I reeeaaalllly need to get these e-forms done. I go online again, and manage to get the forms open, at which point they crash my browser. New Job People call me up, flat-out demanding that I fill out the e-forms, laws of physics be damned. I hop on the T and trundle out to their downtown Boston office to fill them out there, whereupon I was told that their computers were down. New Job People call me up, saying, "Look, if you don't want the job, just say so." Sigh. (This is why multiple national offices is a problem.)

* In the gap between Christmas shopping and meeting issendai for dinner, I managed to slip and land arse-first in an ice puddle. I do not recommend this.

* Finally, a couple of links: belgatherial introduced me to The Isle of Tune, which is why I'll never get anything done again. And figmentj and felisdemens both pointed me to the hottest Foot Locker commercial ever, which is not a phrase I was anticipating having call for in my lifetime.