In the back room here, on the computer work table used by the person working on the giant automated check in machine, there is, curiously, a little bin that fills with things like toys and playing cards and bookmarks. Currently, for some reason, there is also a ping pong ball in that bin. Every once in awhile I like to take the ping pong ball out and hold it. It's satisfying. And I walk up to one of my co-workers, hold up the ping pong ball, and I say "Do you want to play a quick game? We just need a table, a net, and two paddles."My co-workers, as far as I can tell, are mildly amused by this because it is a joke.
On the other hand, these are the same principals, more or less, by which I write the great majority of these blog posts.