8.29.2016

Six

Six is the number of times a specific coworker of mine has come by my desk to ask if I feel the floor shaking.

The floor is shaking. Rhythmically. Our building is being torn down to be...rebuilt. For some reason. But the construction is busily tearing up something and today there's a steady, pulsing, shake like we're in Jurassic Park and a Tyrannosaurus is about to peer in through the window. 

But each and every time I stare at her like a dog shown a card trick and say, "No. What shaking?"

Why she keeps asking me, or why she hasn't asked anyone else, is beyond me. 

But there are worse ways to kill a Monday.

7.12.2016

Pokemon Woah


Let's not make this Pokemon Go thing any more annoying than it already is. 

6.28.2016

3.25.2016

Okay I'm not Super Political...

But in what part of the "Politician Campaign Strategy Book" does it suggest a candidate should imply they would fuck rats, but only particular rats?

Way to take the high road, Ted.



2.23.2016

Oh. That's Nice...I guess?

Certainly there are worse ways to find out you were rejected by a comedy festival. Still kinda stings, though.