Only 30 hours late and mildly sick. I consider that quite impressive.
In lieu of a real substantive post, I’m going to post a picture for the moment. My boss snapped this one of me yesterday during a mini staff meeting in his office. I didn’t realize just how tired I was until he showed me [...]
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» Read the rest of this entry ...My company has two campuses in this city, and lately my time has been split between both of them. I don’t yet have a desk at the second campus though, so I either squat in an open conference room, or if it’s not going to be too long, in <name redacted because I didn’t ask [...]
» Read the rest of this entry ...I was going to write this post a week ago, but I’ve been going through a kind of writer’s block which, mixed with my work and family schedule of late, has resulted in me writing a dozen posts in my head and none on my computer.
But anyway. Baseball owners approved Liberty Media’s purchase of the [...]
I don’t like change.
There, I said it. I prefer things to be the way I know them. It’s not like I’m going to eat mac and cheese for dinner every night for six weeks, or never change up my hairstyle, or always listen to the same album as I drive to work; that gets old [...]
KEN IS QUITTING.
I… I just don’t know what to say. Who is going to threaten Burger Kings with me now? Do jumping jacks to distract the guy at the Bistro? Tell me I’m a dropout? Ask Dominique Wilkins embarrassing questions? Take my DVD player apart and try to put it back together? Call the NOC [...]
The Burger King is disturbing. Very, very disturbing. Apparently, that’s the point (and apparently it works). Except me, I am not an 18- to 35-year-old male, so my characterization of this plastic-faced mascot ends with “disturbing” and never progresses to “cool.” I am not, nor will I ever be, a “superfan.” I’m totally okay with [...]
» Read the rest of this entry ...KEN SPIT ON SUPERMAN!
HE. SPIT. ON. SUPERMAN!!!!
I think I may have to find a new job now, or at least make Ivan be the buffer at all times. Of course, Ivan is so offended by the spittle that he might not want to take on that role, and we’ll both have to find new jobs.
Hmm. I suppose that’s not entirely true, but close enough.
Tomorrow is Ice Cream Friday at work. I have been looking forward to this ALL WEEK. They bring in a Ben and Jerry’s man, and he has six or seven tubs of B&J ice cream, and there are toppings, but I so rarely get them because [...]