Thank you, Metro (and also Jill). Got no work done today, but at least I am available to communicate with people at a distance once again. Oh, and I might get to write horoscopes for cats.
Archive for September, 2006
26
Sep
All phoned up
25
Sep
Phoneless
My phone dropped out of my pocket on the bus, d’oh. I am hopeful that I will get it back as the bus was nearly empty and almost done with its run, but I feel cut off from the world in a new and unsettling way. And I thought I knew all about alienation. Just goes to show you that things can always get weirder. Anyway, try email.
12
Sep
Re: Your Brains
Those of you who went to People Talking & Singing on 9/1 will remember Jonathan Coulton’s rousing zombie song as one of the evening’s high points. Some lovely fan made a video that kicks all kinds of ass. Check it out, even if you couldn’t make it to PTS. Oh, yeah: NSFSqueamish!
Just in case I’m ever hit by a bus. Or someone else you care about. Though the descriptions of the patients’ behavior aren’t exactly inspiring. Better than the alternative? Hard to say.
12
Sep
New brandng compny
I’m starting up the “Droppd Vowls” internet branding agency any day now. We’ll be spotting the hottest trends, naming businesses that are little more than third-rate copycats, and crafting videos so viral they’ll make your nose run. FUCNRDTHSURWEB2.0!
Anyone want in?
I was working the 826 table at Bumbershoot today and got to chatting with a special-ed teacher. She was asking about whether or not our field trips were appropriate for her kids, who were all over the spectrum of function, and I told her to check with our glorious leader during the week. We then talked about getting kids around town during field trips and she said that she like to take them to the public library because “it’s just a short bus ride away.” I don’t think I stared at her too long before realizing what she meant, and I am pleased to say that years of practice suppressing laughter really paid off.
02
Sep
We’re #1!
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Given: I am a tool. Because the Internet jumped off the building, so did I, by uploading a picture of myself to MyHeritage, so their demented robots could compare it to celebrity faces and make a match. You really never know how awful something like that will be until it happens to you. I’m serious – I never would have guessed. Why didn’t you tell me? Plead with me and I might reveal some of the matches. They are all shockingly humiliating, and each one is more hilarious than the last. (If you must try this yourself, I should warn you that there is an irritating-but-free registration process and it only worked in IE from my lovable XP friend.)
You said it, sister