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.


Pokemon Woah

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



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.


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.


Modern TV is Too Gross

It seems like everything on TV is some barbaric, anachronistic throwback to a horrific time where bloodlust and wanton violence are the only discerning character traits.

But enough about the GOP debates heyoooooooooooooooooo



Scribes! Take chisels to your tablets, and record for posterity this momentous occasion! Let it be known on this day, and on all days forever more, that Randall Cleveland did receive his company's first ever "Tip of the Hat" award! Such a blessing is received only by those who "do their job, you know, well, but not like enough to change the direction of the company or anything."

Yes, though it may not be the lustily-coveted "Rave Award," it is a Tip of the Cap. And it is mine. Forever.


You Know What, Apple?

These proprietary headphone adapters and charging cables are getting ridiculous. 

Also, what doofus in Marketing cooked up "Babypod" when "PoonBox" or "Wet-O-Blaster" were right there for the taking?