So, how do you like my new digs? Don�t for a second think I had anything to do with it. You should know by now I am a HTML �tard. You can thank CuppaJoe for making it so darn purty in here. When he asked if he could help me out a little bit (read: ann-frank, isn�t it about time you got off your ass and finally change your template?) I said as long as it was purple and green whatever he wanted to do was fine with me. And after a little tweaking * � here it is!Magic!
In other news, I bought the new Wilco album today. Mainly because that superpushy libboy ** just would not shut up about it already so I was like �fine, I will buy it!�
And I must admit, with one full listen-through under my belt, I do like it. I like it a lot. Although, I have say track numma 5 �Jesus, etc.� wanders dangerously close to Steely Dan territory � but that�s okay.
So, a little while ago at work they hired this new younger fella to help out in our department during out busy season. A real whipper-snapper of a kid except for one thing.
I swear to god, he�s got the power of like, invisibility.
My cube is already in the world�s most high traffic area in the world, so it�s not like I am not used to a constant barrage of peoples wandering by, peeking in, hovering and interrupting.
But most of the time, I get some sort of warning those people are coming. I can tell when they are hovering in the general vicinity.
But not this kid. I don�t know how he manages a constant super stealth mode, but one minute I am at my computer pretending that I am not actually signing guestbooks and reading diaries and all of the sudden I get this creepy feeling like there�s some sort of cold spector of death lurking behind me.
Sho� nuff I turn around and there he is. Hovering.
Everyone else in the department is now used to hearing, �Goddamnit, Alan!� coming from my cube every hour or so.
I can�t help it. It scares the shit out of me every time. I know he�s basically a good kid and he doesn�t mean any harm but I swear to god if he keeps this shit up I am gonna have the company buy a goddamn bell for him to wear around his neck.
I mean it!
And on a calmer note � if you want to try something supercool this weekend why not have your dream interpreted for free? ***
Seriously! It�s all in the name of research!
They featured it on PBS�s Wild Chicago last Sunday. The School of Metaphysics does it every year the last week of April. And I am finally remembering to call this year so maybe I can get to the bottom of my most reoccurring dream where my teeth fall out like brittle egg shells. I have it all the time.
I know it�s common and I have heard many different interpretations, but I am still, you know, shopping for the one that suits me.
At any rate, here is a list of phone numbers you can call this weekend.
If you get through, let me know how it goes, okay?
* tweaking = me bugging him constantly with like, could we make it framed? How about more green? Can I have link buttons. Joe is a motherfucking trooper.
** actually not super pushing at all, if you clicked you know
*** normal long distance fees to apply!