January 2009
87 posts
Things are not bad or good, they just are.
December 2008
139 posts
Um, I have been trying to keep an open mind, but now I’m resigned to saying that our new office sucks.
Boss pulls the “I own you” card. PWNED!!!!
Cable ties = riot cuffs. If we have any extra, I’m bringing them home.
Ditching the cold second half of my coffee for a coke zero. BP: 290/220
Back in the office. Packing for the move. Totally glad I got out of bed for this.
You can never be too prepared for Silverlake Armageddon (coming soon to a theater near you).
Timothy Leary videos at Archive.org - Boing... →
Real life superheroes in the news - Boing... →
The passive aggression level surrounding planning around here suggests it’s time to get out of dodge.
It’s official, there is NO invitation compelling enough to get me to set foot in the Roundup Saloon.
No museum… Lunch instead. I’m done eating till March.
Hey, Gandalf… Why don’t you get out your “dictionary” you know… From the saddlebags on your “unicorn.”
The line at the museum is very long…
Dad’s getting cranky… Time to maybe be done with home.
Line too long- childhood ruined.
Dude, when did karaoke become part of xmas? I should have ditched my family and gone to Mammoth…
Developing the untitled Claymore Family Cooking Project.
More Christmas ahead. Battle stations!! Rig ship for impact!
It’s official: it’s a Funky Cold Medina Christmas.
My mom ruined Christmas again. I hate her…and Jesus. And Black Santa.
My cousin Katy is planning a birthday party for her roommate’s sister’s kid… Who she had with Tone Loc. Theme: Funky Cold Medina.. Duh
Sitting with Uncle Jim has the benefit of lowering the cutoff for “acceptable behavior”. Hope he saves me a seat.
Insult made to my brother: “your car smells like anal dickcheese.”
Additionally my brother can’t drive for shit and therefore we just qualified for the Guinness record for longest gas pumping experience ever
The gas man gave him a wipey cloth for the interior of his car, because he was so proud my bro was able to pump his own gas without help
My bro’s comeback: “God hates you for saying that Jesus…uh…something.”
Best buy = disaster. Ho, ho, ho… Merry Clusterfuck!
As the great Col. Smith liked to say: “I love it when a plan comes together.”
Threat made to my brother: “I will train foxes and marmots to munch on your bonch.” - believe me, it took a while for us to get to this one.
Eisenberg chanukkah in full effect: latkes, brisket, the works. My shiksa mom insisted we do it right, cuz my family works upside-down.
Mom just made me drive around the block 2 extra times so we could finish the live cut of Huey Lewis’s “I want a new drug” playing in my car.
P.S. Bob is a dog - for all you who don’t know.
Thinking Bob needs to get his balls cut off… now. As much as it pains me to think that about a fellow dude… seriously.
I think the ottoman in the family room at my parents’ house is gonna have puppies at some point.
Goo! Supercuts is packed.
Pazzo gelato = Silverlake bliss
My finger finally pussed. No, it’s a good thing, I promise.
Scorpion Bowl: http://twitpic.com/ugmx
another lovely afternoon on the high seas. Lots of spouts, but no whales.
Well, looks like my job isn’t going anywhere for a while longer. Thanks gazillionaires!!
Planning a mutiny on the Pequod.
No one here at all - could have come later. This job is ridiculous sometimes.
Work is so different than everything else I’d rather be doing today. But mostly its different because of the dress code.
Heh…
Wow, this thing handles a little different in open water than it did sailing out of the harbor.
2 more days, then 1 week off.
Oh Gary - there are no Dr’s and Lawyer’s on skid row. Just smack fiends. I can say that cause none of them twitter.
Crippled, shorter drunken Dave Coulier just told me to look out for a busload of drunken nuns singing pirate songs. Fuck you, Hollywood.
Operation escape tragically delayed. En route to HQ now.