Took off my belt to go through TSA screening. Pants fell down. Old lady behind me screamed bloody murder, fainted.
From here until Monday @ midnight, I’m on the studio’s expense account. Who wants an iPod?
Light snow here in SLC. Going to L.A. today. If there is any kind of snow involved down there, I’m going to lose it.
Ellis can read “Hop on Pop.” We have also learned that one should NOT “Hop on Pop” when he has a full bladder. Who’s gonna clean _that_ up?
Wife told me she had a dream that my head and face were “made of light.” I should stopping slipping mescaline into her water before bed.
Hey! Leaving work *before* 4 AM. This is what we call progress, my friends.
Her: What you said about choking down an uncooked goat rather than use Adobe Illustrator? Yuck! Me: Obviously, you’ve never used Illustrator
Well, look-y there! Found the studio’s secret stash of Diet Coke. Not so secret anymore, is it? Also not so “there” anymore, either.
Somehow, Thompson Twins’ Greatest Hits is going to help me push through tonight. Not sure how, since “If You Were Here” makes me all weepy.
Richard: and i'm not just "tea-sing" you
Jon: it's a front for weed, right?
Richard: every tea shop is
Jon: look at that Monkey Picked Oolong
Jon: that's weed, man!
Richard: I LOVE THAT MONKEY PICKED SHIT!
Jon: of course you do, stoner
Richard: it's the best!
Jon: the best for getting you HIGH!
Richard: then you guy this little bag
Richard: to put your "tea" in
Jon: and you have to show them your medical marijuana card?
Richard: it's medicidnal!
Richard: n shit!
Richard: no, you do that with coke, dude
Richard: this is "tea"
Jon: i keep forgetting
Oh, Fabulous Package of Cadbury’s Mini-Eggs That I Stole From My Kids’ Easter Baskets This Morning, you’re the only one who understands me.
It’s precipitating a Slurpee out here now. Yuck.
we are now all arguing about “stairway” and family is saying I’m wrong. Now they are hitting me. Send help!
so happy @squidwoman is back on twitter. Now if only she go back to posting on her blog, too. Baby steps.
oldest boy is teaching himself to play Stairway to Heaven on his guitar. Should I tell him about the “No Stairway” rule?
Hey! Look at that! I’m making tee-shirts: http://icanhaz.com/rnt_shirt They are full of awesome. You should, like, totally get one. Or 9-10!
Apparently I decided to use twitter as a notebook early this morning. I have a story about a shotgun and a sax? Allow me to say this: huh??
Not only is my Mom reading my blog again, but now she’s commenting. So I’m going to have to quit the Internet entirely. Nice knowing you!
Leaving for work. I *may* have overslept a wee bit.
remind me to tell you this really funny story about me, a loaded shotgun and a saxaphone, OK?
Another in a long series of IM conversations I should not have had: http://tinyurl.com/3buzc5
co-worker came back from a week’s vacation. Awkward “are we going to hug?” welcome back moment thankfully averted.
Exp. date on the milk was smudged. Was it 03/20 or 03/28? If it was 03/20, I’m going to die, huh? Milk shouldn’t be chewy, should it? Panic!
on the phone with tech support on a Saturday night @ 9:40. Living the dream over here, people. LIVING. THE. DREAM.
A team that is *totally* worth joining: http://tinyurl.com/2l4w9b
I have emotional fortitude equivalent to a soggy tissue: http://icanhaz.com/man-of-tissue
Went to pilfer a beverage from the studio fridge. Found Mountain Dew. Caffeine Free Mountain Dew. Caffeine free. Sorry, but what’s the point
I fear that I may be placing far too much faith in the restorative powers of 44 oz. of Diet Coke to get me through all this work tonight.
Oldest daughter got accepted to local college. Now commencing “Operation Keep Her As Close to Home As Possible So I Won’t Miss Her Terribly”
And of course, so I can keep tabs on her and pester her about her life choices. There’s that, too.
Boy: “Where is my vicodin? I am out of vicodin! I NEED my vicodin!” Apparently, the 9 yr old has been watching “House” re-runs.
Am I the only one who is fascinated by the change in the Safari 3.1 User-Agent string? Clearly identifies OS version now. Just me, then? OK.
Intern Who Hums now also known as Intern Who Hums and Talks Loudly on Cell Phone.
We are safe from the Red Menace today thanks to the efforts of braves souls like this: http://tinyurl.com/36lktw This child CRACKS me up.
It’s 50s Day at 17 year old’s school today. She’s going as “McCarthyism.”