I’ll admit I have some quirks to my nature, which don’t have a lot of forced thought in them, such as how I say thank you or wish someone a good day – after all, I work as a night auditor, we kinda have to deal with people in that subservient sort of way.
Well, I’ve done a silly thing today.
I did my little nod and quasi-half bow to a blind man.
I feel so special.
so many (tiny, obscure, bizarre) posts lately, perhaps because I was pushed by a significant person – but this one hit me while nursing a sore nose.
The other week (yet another hint I should have written this sooner) I was told by Heather that I resemble a certain Lewis Black – the man who makes me long for an IHOP, and made me wonder whether I would have spent that year in college if it wasn’t for my horse – when i rant, which is… more often than not (please note: i’m nodding my head as I type that last sentence). And so I’m flattered by that comment, and slightly worried. This man can’t be expected to live another 5 years, stresses and such considered: I imagine inductively I should find myself shuffling the mortal coil soon too.
So if I should die before my time, I want you all to know:
1. Goddamnit Bush really doesn’t deserve to be a prez.
2. I wish I learned French, Russian, Greek (classic) and Farsi
and most importantly
3. Being on my death bed will not be reason enough to have a change of philosophy.
PS: there are more children in my lobby than I prefer, this is why families should be forbidden from travel.
my relief! thank goodness.
Work is detrimental to ones health.
I wonder if we have mold growing…
yay if we do.
Fact of life for men: woman will invariably try to clean up your local work area.
Please, I am far from chauvinistic (that seems much too… harry) – but it’s a dangerous situation. As a geek, my productivity thrives in-proportionately to the cleanliness of my desk. Earlier today (or was it yesterday… I can never tell what days are when) I had a pile of random philosophy papers, a dead ipod battery (3rd gen), one black pen, a duct tape wallet and checkbook, kleenex (used), one folded plaid scarf, mario Kart NintendoDS & power cord, windows mouse, mac os X mouse, battery-less wireless logitech mouse, windows and mac keyboard, trash, random multisided dice, batteries, crown royal bags, dvd drives, Cds, cases and um, oh yeah, 3 empty DP cans.
Yes, that was a rather obscene list, but not only was it cluttered and disheveled, I knew where things were.
Let’s not change that ladies, I appreciate your intentions, but those of you who haven’t learned, DON’T touch. save your geek an hour or three of pain and tribulations.
Speaking of the arch-nemesis of the Klingons, “Trials and Tribulations” came on tv earlier, an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, that ‘soap opera in the sky’ according to some cranky spoil sports… I was reminded of two things.
One: it’s farking hi-larious that Klingons literally sent a fleet (ie: more than one) of ships to WIPE OUT THE TRIBBLE HOMEWORLD…
I know it’s fictional, but damnit(!) that’s just funny.
and Two: I know WAY too much about useless things. How many hours we spend accumulating useless knowledge.
and so is the way of life.
