Comments on: How I Put the Mo’ in Moron

By: Ian Rowlands

Ian Rowlands — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:13:21 +0000

I trust you did not seek another white corolla to return to the rental company. I fear that if you did you will never read this, perishing as you will somewhere just past Los Angeles, as your cellphone bettery dies, your laptom fails, and you are unable to call for an emergency extraction … do what I did years ago … give up driving and focus on kvetching at your chauffeurs …

By: The Value of Blogs

The Value of Blogs — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:00:34 +0000

[...] I laughed so hard I was close to an asthma attack when I read Whit Andrews entry on “how I put the Mo’ in Moron” and I make it a habit of randomly picking a blog to check out everytime I go to the Gartner [...]

By: Donna Fitzgerald

Donna Fitzgerald — Sat, 30 May 2009 15:43:52 +0000

I laughed so hard I had to grab my inhaler. I thought I was the reigning queen of being directionally impaired here at Gartner. I believe I have now found my co-ruler in the kingdom of the lost, dazed, directionally challenged.

By: Erin White

Erin White — Thu, 21 May 2009 18:26:39 +0000

I think the voice sounds a bit like Gladys Kravits from “Bewitched”, especially when she drones in that flat, nasal, annoyed tone – “Recalculating…”

By: David McCoy

David McCoy — Thu, 14 May 2009 00:20:15 +0000

Whit

Your third best solution is to take a cab, as Dan suggests.

Your second best solution is to change the voice on your GPS. I use a Dalek voice. That way when I fail to make the turn, I get to hear “Exterminate! Exterminate!” I find comfort in that tinny, tiny voice. It makes my problems seem so much less important.

Your absolute best solution is to stop lip synching those Flaming Groovies songs, put the soy latte in the holder and just pay closer attention to your driving. I should have never recommended that CD.

By: Aura Ortiz

Aura Ortiz — Tue, 12 May 2009 18:04:43 +0000

OMG–Whit!..you scare me!.. LOL..

By: Ray Valdes

Ray Valdes — Tue, 12 May 2009 07:34:44 +0000

When I lived in Cambridge, Massachusetts, I had friends drive up from New York one afternoon, and spend the night in Boston, just across the Charles River. The following morning, they got up and tried to find the route across the river to visit me. After four hours of one-way streets, mislabeled exits, and traffic barriers (there was the Marathon going on), they called me up and said “We’re giving up and driving back to New York. Sorry we cannot see you, but please come visit anytime.”

By: Dan Sholler

Dan Sholler — Mon, 11 May 2009 23:16:23 +0000

I recommend you take a cab

By: John Evan Frook

John Evan Frook — Mon, 11 May 2009 22:48:39 +0000

GeoCaching, it is all based on 32 satellites. Not 32 thousand. Three thousand two hundred. Three hundred twenty. Thirty two. No wonder! I mean, I went geocaching one day with Whit Andrews: it took us a week. We never did find the little note underneath the rock. We started in Shrewsbury, Mass.? Ended up in Ogre. Water? He says, “that was your job.” I said, “like heck it was.” He produces a contract.