the first time I saw this movie . . .
it was called Chinatown.
This is disgusting even by Woody Allen standards. I really hope this lady is a grifter. Even if she is, the old guy is totally f'ed up.
DO IT TREE!
it was called Chinatown.
So, I went to the Cursive show tonight with Alan (blog non-updater buddy).
Has a television in her cube. I never write television, always TV, but I didn't want you to be confused. You would have been thinking, "Certainly he didn't mean television. No one could have a television at their desk." And you would have thought I was doing random acronyming (as I sometimes do). Maybe TV was meant to stand for Trumpeting Venezuelan or Traveling Visigoth or Truncated Variables. But no, friends, such was not the case. It's an honest-to-God TV with a small piece of paper covering 80% of the screen (presumably to make it 20% less ridiculous or 100% completely baffling).
Is a contractor that sits next to me. WorkBuddy left work, leaving me buddiless (at least in terms of him) and his cube occupantless. I so lonely. I have another workBuddy, but I'm not sure if he's ready to be bestWorkBuddy. These things take time and a deft hand (there is an obstacle course, written exam, drinking portion), neither of which I have as the black cloud of melancholy hovers over my cube.
I got home last night and the temperature was 30 degrees cooler than what it was in Jacksonville. Fortunately for me, both of these temperatures fall into the shorts and t-shirts realm of my wardrobe. That's a wide-range, true, but I'm a Clevelander damnit and I'm tough or something. Actually, most of you are probably tougher than I and wear shorts and sandals during a blizzard with maybe a tank top or sleeveless tor something.
What's up my homies? Embarrassing, 2 Rs, 2 Ss - ? I'm asking. One-click answers seems to prefer the safe confines of the mouse as opposed to the laptop ouji board interface. It is not responding to my alt-clicking. I swear, wtf? All that aside, you really should go download it. See how co-dependent I am of it?
Due to a death in the family, I've been unblogavailable. I saw a cousin and he said 40 was the new 30. I was thinking that would mean 30 couldn't be the new/old 30, so it had to be something else, right? I was thinking 30 couldn't be the new 20 because you can't legally drink when you're 20. Nor could 30 be the new 25 because really, when you're 25, maybe you're like me and you have a full-time job, but maybe you're still like me and you go out all the time and you're generally young and fancy-free (is that a real construct wtf does fancy-free come from? Maybe I'm confusing it with something else, but one-click answers is puttin' on the fritz, so you're left to your own devices.) Finally, after much thought and a delcious, moist brownie, I decided that 30 is the new 28. 28 is the earliest age that feels the same as this age 30. Keep that in mind those of you in the under-30 crowd. Really makes you think.
To: All Male Gym Members
Ahh, yes, a man walking down the street wearing a captain's hat exactly like one you'd see on Gilligan's Island and wearing a red and black striped shirt, much like a modern-day sailor shirt. You know, the kind I must have seen in a movie at some point. He was approaching a group of people in front of me. He said, "Excuse me, I know you work hard for your money," - so you better treat them right? - "but if you wouldn't mind, could you please spare me some change?"
I have told you before how utterly awesome Answers.com's 1-Click Answers utility is. Previously, you'd alt + click on any word in any application on your desktop and a new browser window would open with information on that word or group (via highlighting) of words. Well, now, it's utterly awesomer in that instead of a browser window, a little cartoon dialog bubble pops up with the pertinent info.
And now, a public service announcement about vocabulary from Marginally Clever . . .
Shakira is saying her "hips don't lie." WTF Shakira? That would certainly be a fancy trick if they could.
I chew with my mouth closed. I swear. I make a point of it. So why did I just brush 3 pounds of pretzel crumbs off my shirt (in full-view of a passerby, I might - well I will - add)? Because the crumbs of a hard pretzel are uncontainable. It's a law of nature. When you bite into a pretzel your mouth must be open (when the pretzel's total size is too large for a single-bite encounter), this opening must leaves wayward pretzel crumbs to leap forth from your mouth, scattering about your clothes and loved ones. This is a problem which has always vexed me.
You must read this first. I mean, you must read this. (Say the "period," for proper emphasis.) Normally, I'd comment and leave it at that, but there was too much to say. My comments will generally follow the post.
I was at lunch, stretching my arm - my elbow got wretched around playing basketball last night - just as a woman was passing next to my seat, unseen by me.
Another list of things, this time numbered for easy reference when discussing with friends.