I Like It

If there's any advantage to how dead it's been during my shifts the last couple days (with the exception of the 2nd half of tonight, during which I did very, very well), it's that I'm basically being paid to sit around and do what I'd be doing anyway.

Which is, of course, watch the Simpsons.

Excellent Article

The gist: "Great Bylined Thinkers of America, I bid you: Shut up!"

I'm sick of this damn poetry and all these arguments. Everyone's pretty much made up their mind on all this political bullshit, and t'aint nothing going to change it. All evidence from here on in will be used by each side to support their particular point of view.

No weapons found?
Anti-war: See, there isn't anything. Just let the inspections continue.
Pro-war: He's hiding it! Get him!

Weapons found?
Anti-war: See, inspections are working. Let them continue.
Pro-war: We caught him red-handed! Get him!

I'm just not reading any more damn articles about this shit any more, save for ones like the above that point out exactly how pointless all this pontification is.

Arrrrgh!

You know what drives me absolutely insane?

When I have something I need on my desk, but then I decide to clean my desk, and I put it away in a specific place thinking, I will specifically remember that I've put it here. Then I go to look for it and it's not fucking there.

I spent ten minutes tearing my room apart trying to find the damn CD labels I got a few weeks ago when I bought a CD Stomper labeling dealie because I saw it at the drugstore and remembered how useful it was when I used it at work over the summer when I had to label CD's for clients.

I thought I had put it in the drawer directly to the left of my keyboard, where I tend to dump miscellaneous computer-related shit during mad desk-cleanings, but no such luck. I looked in every drawer I own, all the little piles I have, nothing.

I eventually found it on the floor, trying to assimilate its way into the carnivorous pile of crap under my bed. I have really gotta clean out under there, otherwise I think something's going to come out and try to bite my leg off one of these days...

I don't know how it got down there, since I still specifically remember putting it in the desk drawer. But alas, I guess I'm just going to have to chalk it up as a sign of my declining mind.

Ho. Lee. Shit.

I just got a phone call from the Atlanta Braves...I have a job interview with them a week from Monday!

This was a job I thought I was rejected for long ago, since it was allegedly supposed to start in January. But apparently each department has discretion as to when to hire people, and A/V is looking now.

If I get this job, I have to drop everything and move to Atlanta, because I have to be ready to go for the 2 exhibition games at the end of March...believe me, I wouldn't bitch, because this would be a fucking awesome job...but wow...

They also told me I'm one of only three or four people they called back out of a field of a whole lot more...wow. I'm so giddy. Must not get hopes up too high, but god damn this would be a cool job.

Must make phone calls...

Another Fun Picture

The extraordinarily helpful sign above the almost-deserted Capital Beltway in D.C.

stolen from the same place, and same photographer as the last.

Also

Sometimes, when shoveling snow, it's good to look behind you.

photo stolen from the Washington Post, taken by James M. Thresher

Best...Headline...Ever...

On the Washington Post's story about D.C. getting socked with over two feet of snow (it says 18 inches, but that's at Dulles airport. The District got way more): Area Closed On Account Of Snow.

Someone's been reading the Onion...

Awwww

I finally got some pictures of Emma, my new stepniece. The best one was of her with her parents. From left to right: Rob, my stepbrother; Emma, the kid; and Karen, Rob's wife, who I can attest (and who I imagine would want me to attest) normally does not look that puffy.