- Frankie Muniz has the most perpetually tortured expression. He’s like a postmodern Prometheus.
- Harry Potter hired an editor. I enjoyed the results.
Month: June 2004
As part of my new dental regimen, I’ve started using Listerine as well. I still think it’s funny that the thrust of Listerine’s marketing is “you can endure our product!”
After about a year, it finally occurred to me that I work in a cubicle, a space that is in its very nature designed to be modular. I’ve never really liked the way things were arranged in here. Today, I did something about it.
After about an hour of work, some sweat and some very odd looks, my forty-two square feet of space are now much more accommodating. I moved a big cabinet and some shelves I never used into an empty cube nearby, and wiped away a lot of accumulated dust. It feels bigger and lighter, and my workstation is finally in such a position that nobody can sneak up on me while I’m sitting at it. Or walk by and notice that I’m typing in my online journal instead of working. The downside to this is that I may occasionally have to make eye contact with the humans now, but this is a small price to pay.
I can actually use my whiteboard now. I’ve never decorated the walls of this place in any way, as my little symbolic refusal to be a cube-drone; I still don’t know if I will. But this does feel a little more like my own place now.
Inertia is a strange thing. I feel like I just built a house.
I ought to make a subcategory for these
The lady in the cube next to mine is pretty vicious with her voicemail system; I know this because she always uses it with her speakerphone on. It sounds like this:
CLICK TOOOOONE
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Meridian Mail. Mailb–“
BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP
“Passw–“
BEEP BEEP BOOP BOOP BEEP
“One fifteen pm, June–“
BEEP
“You have one n–“
BEEP
“Hi, this is Gary with Midwest Accounts. It’s around ten till one, and I was just returning your–“
BEEP BEEP
“Message era–“
CLICK
Hey, Julia and Kate, I owe you milk and cookies.
Fixed my about page. It’s sleek and powerful now, like a lion, or a submarine.
I have not fixed my “blogroll,” which is ridiculously long and makes the page scroll forever. I only found out it was a “blogroll” the other day. I just thought it was a list of peeps I read.
I’m sitting here at work, killing time until 6:00, when most people will have gone home and I can actually try running my queries because the database won’t be so busy. The Interweb no longer entertains me, and I can’t think of anything interesting to write. I feel dried out and cold. It’s been a long day.
It will be nice to have this done, though (if it works), and not have it hanging over my head. Plus there’s a possibility of seeing Der Flöra tonight, and who knows what will happen over the weekend? There are a lot of people whose company I enjoy in Louisville right now; it’s June, and it’s about time I stopped getting enough sleep.
Ominous
Overheard just now, from the cube next to mine:
“It’s been a month now, and there’s been no kickback. And it’s like I was telling John earlier: we may have a problem here.”
The Tuesday Night Ballers reached second level tonight, a momentous occasion and probably the most significant hurdle in a long-term campaign. I haven’t been easy on them, either. They can now stand up to attacks from lone, unarmed opponents without the threat of instant death; this opens up all kinds of possibilities, and I’m looking forward to seeing how the whole thing develops.
If you haven’t figured out what Tuesday Night Basketball is by now, you probably never will. If you have, let’s face it, you’re just as guilty as any of us.