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!