1.31.2006

Noontime Surfing

There's nothing of substance to this post; just bombing around teh interweb on lunch. I have been sick since Friday, though I'm on the mend. My co-workers keep telling me it is part of my initiation; I'll suck it up as long as I don't see any of these.

Anyway, tonight is the State of the Union address. I hope he just saves all our time and just says "broken." Unfortunately, I'm sure he'll take the occassion to spew forth mispronounced propganda; in this case, consult the only holistic way to cope with such an event.

Until then, I've been looking around at things that would help me recirculate my dollars. I found this, this, and this. If you can help out with any of these, please contact me with your generous financial donation.

Starting to drag, so no more witty cynicisms. 'Til next time:

i need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
Breakdown by Jack Johnson

1.23.2006

Possessed Elevator

...yes, I said possessed elevator.

At work we've been trying to evacuate one of our storage rooms because, in the near future, it will no longer be ours and the construction guys have to work on the water and electricity in there. Well, as I'm sure you all know water, books, and rare artifacts do not mix well.

To clear out that room, we need to load up all the books and artifacts onto carts, take them on a 5-minute walk through a mix of public museum space and construction site, down a brand new freight elevator, and into our new storage room. Well, that was the plan. Since then, it has come to our attention that the elevator is completely possessed. Sometimes, the doors won't open; others, they won't close. Sometimes, the doors will close but the elevator won't move. And, we've had once incident where the door actually attacked someone. The company that works on the elevator has been called every day since we've started the project, to no avail. We need an old priest and a young priest.

On another note, my weekend was awesome. Started off with a great Gitis' Plate (italian sausage, mac salad, REAL homefries, everything on it including preprocessed tomato extract and plenty of Tabasco) and then welcomed home Timmay from a trip to Tanzania. Saturday morning, Fran and I drove out to the 'Cuse with Nate & Laurie to play in the Guildpact Pre-release Tournament (3 vs. 3 Teams Event). I should have done that coroner trick where they put Vicks under their nose to avoid the stench - cause I almost choked on the geek-stink. From there, we proceeded to see Underworld 2. Normally, I would link to it, but I hated it. I loved the first one, but I hated this one. That's all the free PR I'll give them.

However, I did see quite a few cool videos that I'll post:
I feel better about being a gamer because there are people out there like this...
Now I know why Germans love David Hasslehoff so much...

I have more, but they are NSFW...so email me if you need a laugh. One last note, my iPod has no battery power left, so I'm kinda cheating with these lyrics, so enjoy knowing they were hand-picked!

sail away where no ball and chain
can keep us from the roarin' waves
together undivided but forever we'll be free
so sail away aboard our rig
the moon is full and so are we
we're seven drunken pirates
we're the seven deadly sins
Seven Deadly Sins by Flogging Molly


1.12.2006

Lunch in my New Office!

So - it's been awhile as my impish cohort on the sunny side of the states has reminded me. Since my last post, a lot has happened.

First of all, the holidays happened. Those were a bit tough, but I muscled through. New Year's was fun and I got to hang out with an old friend, although I don't remember most of the night and I know that I made quite an ass of myself - offline and on. The next day was, by far, one of the most humbling and horrifying pictures I've had of myself - though I've had a few of those in the past 3 months. I did learn something: when you do realize that you're WAY too emotional while drunk, separate yourself from people completely. You might think that the anonymity of the internet will help things, but it doesn't; think beer muscles for the manipulative mind. Trust me - just unplug the computer for the night and sleep it off.

However, despite my foibles, the New Year has helped me get on with a new life. New Year, new apartment, new job. I started my job at a nationally known museum last week and it is incredible. Not only are there an amazing amount of incredible people here, but I feel welcomed and comfortable. I'm doing some inventories to help transition with our move into our newly built storage and came across a diaphragm. Interesting artifact for a museum focusing on children, especially seeing as that very item has limited our patron base.

I joined the book club at work, and currently we're reading The Poet and the Murderer by Simon Worrall. Non-fiction isn't really my bag, but it's pretty fascinating. I can't imagine Sotheby's will thank me for linking to the book...yes, that Sotheby's. Hah - I work at a museum; and it is incredible (and so is the weather right now, sunny and 51). Ok - time for the lyrics then I need to get back to work!

when you move like a jellyfish
rhythm don't mean nothing
you go with the flow
you don't stop
Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson