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Two-Disc Deluxe Edition It's amazing how much someone can improve your mood just by saying something about your appearance. A lady who I barely know had an awesome compliment for me today in the middle of the parking lot at work, and I must say it was one of the highlights of my week. Anyway, tomorrow we're supposed to get tons of rain, it's going to be Friday, and I have absolutely nothing planned. It's seriously going to be a great day.  Something to ponder ... If a cow laughed, would milk shoot out her nose? Nothing Ness. No point to this other than the fact that 1) this ride looks kinda crazy on video, 2) I'm a tool, 3) I don't have much time to post. A Brief Message I got Battlefront to play. Chips to eat. Rent to pay. And limited time to spend with Sara before she goes back to Tiv on Wednesday morning, so excuse this short post and stay tuned for more wild adventures in a later entry. Thanks, Mgt. Roll Up for the Magical Mystery Tour We spent about an hour at the Etown Fair last night with the intention of watching the fireworks at 11. But, after we walked past all the tents and food stands, ate some fried veggies, and watched this band play an assortment of Beatles songs, we retreated back to my apartment instead of waiting another 2 hours for the fireworks. Instead we watched them from my apartment, on lawn chairs outside my front door. Perhaps the best decision all night. Cue the photos!  Etown Fair at dusk.  My first stop on a gluttonous journey. The fried vegetables stand.  Chick, recently hatched by an incandescent lightbulb.  I wasn't allowed to take a picture of the actual horse. But I assure you it was nothing special.  Sausage sandwich. This was after the fried vegetables, but before the barbecue pulled pork sandwich (not pictured). I really pigged out last night.  A ferris wheel of sorts. 5th Grade Gym Class Sara just randomly asked me whether I had to wear a uniform in gym class when I was in school, and since I was just sitting here having no idea what to write about, I figured the subject of gym class was a good start. For the record, I don't remember there being a dress code for gym class, except maybe in middle school when I think we had to wear a white t-shirt. It's weird to hear people's horror stories about gym class. I think it was probably my favorite class in every grade, probably because it felt the most like recess. In elementary school, one of the first things I would think about when I got out of bed in the morning was whether or not we had gym class that day. It was one of the highlights of my week. The worst thing that ever happened to me during gym, I suppose, was getting a bloody nose during a game of dodgeball in 8th grade. But I was the only one who knew about it. I went into the bathroom, waited for it to stop bleeding, and then I got back in the game. (I loved dodgeball.) In 5th grade, I won the award for "Most Improved" in gym class, which was given to one boy and one girl in the grade, and it was supposedly given to the students who showed the most improvement through all the years in elementary school. That was one proud day, my friends, let me tell you. I had conquered gym class and I was a happy 5th grader. Collect $200 for passing the red light district Props to whoever can identify the movie that this scene comes from (without looking it up). [while playing strip Monopoly] Alice: Baltic Avenue. Bill: No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue. Alice: I think it's a pretty color. I'll buy it. [Bill rolls and lands on Baltic Avenue] Alice: Ha. Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot. Brenda: Alice draws first blood. Bill: That's a terrible way to talk about my feet. Sara is coming down this weekend, so I'll be curious to see if I can keep up with this daily posting. On tap for this weekend: more Famous Dwaynes (minus The Rock movies), BBQ on the patio, Etown Fair (pics to be posted!), and ... monopoly. (No pics from that, however.) Back in the day Since we're on the subject of first crushes, I figure I should waste some of your time talking about my own.  Her name was Sarah, actually. We were both in kindergarten and she lived a few blocks from my house, though I don't remember being close friends outside of school. In fact, I don't think I even liked her all that much, at least not in the way I became infatuated with my later crushes. But we became good pals on the bus, and we talked a bit in school. The key physical features I remember about her: she had very long dark hair, and she had some sort of permanent ailment in her leg that caused her to limp awkwardly whenever she walked.Then one day Sarah told me she loved me and it was a really mind-blowing concept for 5-year-old me to consider. A girl loved me. I don't think we ever started calling each other "boyfriend and girlfriend," but there's one thing that I remember distinctly. Every few days, as if on cue, I would sit next to her on the bus, say "hi," and then immediately ask her, "Do you still love me?" ... just to be sure the answer was still yes. It's funny to think that, 20 years later, my self-esteem really hasn't changed all that much. And now it's time for ... NEWS IS GEEKLAND! I "built" my own external hard drive tonight. Pretty simple procedure really. Take an old hard drive (or a new one, of course), slap an external case on that puppy. Hook it up to your USB port. Bam! All your old files are accessible any time you want, plus you have a place to back-up the new stuff as well. Not bad. Elsewhere in geekland ... for those of you following the Deal or No Deal case-opening "CLICK" sound effect saga, my esteemed colleague, Melanie, wrote a follow-up email for me today. We figured David (president of EndomalUSA) had probably realized I was lying to him in the first email, so we decided to fess up in the follow-up. Here are the two emails in the order we sent them ... Monday, August 21: You'll notice we intentionally removed the part about someone cocking "a gun to your head." After all, I wouldn't want this guy to think I was CRAZY or something. How I should be spending my time I decided today (like I do every other damn day) that I am in immediate need of a serious workout regimen. For the first time since maybe 8th grade, I recently had to loosen my belt to the next notch. And we all know that means. I'm fat. Kidding. I'm still the lanky, skin-and-bones bastard I've always been, but still ... an extra notch on the belt buckle spells trouble, so something needs to be done. And fast. At the track yesterday there was an older woman running with a little girl who had to be about 2 years old. They obviously weren't running a marathon or anything, but they were having a grand old time, jogging together not very far in front of me. But ... and here's the sad part ... for the life of me, I could not keep up with those assholes. Nearly panting to death, I had to stop running and walk the rest of the way. Meanwhile, Grandma and little miss bratty two-shoes are prancing their way down the track like a couple of horses. That's about when I realized that I feel like a 60-year-old man. Time to get back in gear. Who wants to start a Yo La Tengo Late Summer Workout Challenge? Anyone? Hello? ...Six o'clock - TV hour... There's a lot of speculation that the world will end tomorrow. But, just in case it doesn't, I decided today that I would email the president Endemol USA, and insist that this season's Deal or No Deal have cases that open with a loud "CLICK-CLICK" sound effect. (Endemol is the company that produces the show.) Come on. Think of how much better the show would be if it had a loud metallic clicking sound every time one of the DOND girls opens a case! It's an immediate branding opportunity, as people would soon think of DOND anytime they heard that sound. CLICK-CLICK! on a commercial. "OMG it's Deal or No Deal!" CLICK-CLICK! when you open a suitcase. "Ha. My suitcase reminds me of Howie Mandel!" CLICK-CLICK! someone cocks a gun at your head. "I'm about to die! But this sure reminds me of Deal or No Deal!" An illustration:  This is, in so many words, what I said to Mr. David Goldberg, president of Endemol, in my email today. I'm thinking about following up with a phone call tomorrow ... assuming we're all still alive. Blogging Philosophy Tomorrow officially begins the Yo La Tengo Blog Challenge, which means I will begin making an honest effort to post every day for the rest of the year. I was thinking about this earlier, and I started to wonder, would posting every day help or hurt my blog? Surely the quality of posts will suffer, but those weren't very good in the first place. What I'm wondering is ... if the quality is indeed worsened, would I lose some of the more frequent visitors, diminishing the overall number of visitors to the site over time? Or, would it somehow result in more visitors? I guess we'll find out. This brings up another point, though. I think it's sometimes a blogging faux pax to talk about visitors, but I have no shame in admitting that I want as many visitors as I can get. I eat 'em up. I check my stats like a little whore and pout when no one comments. So, in case you were ever thinking otherwise, if you're reading this blog right now, you're quite welcome here. Come again any time. Fore! 11:34 AM Things I learned at the annual company golf tournament yesterday: 1. 18 holes is a lot of freakin golf, even when you're playing a scramble tournament ... and cheating. 2. My drives get better when I've had about 6 beers. 3. Gas-powered golf carts do a lot of cool things when you're beating the shit out of them. 4. 13 above par isn't very good when you're playing a scramble. 5. I need to play this game a lot more often.  This was my first drive of the day. The ball went about 50 feet. More pics here, courtesy of Mel. Hilariously depressing. I may be the last person on the internet to have seen this video of Britney Spears, but I just couldn't help but link to it anyway. Wow.  There's something at hand, all right 6:25 PM I've begun keeping a close eye on the neighbors across from my apartment. They do interesting things like drive off at weird hours dressed in suits and backpacks. They have softball get-togethers in the parking lot with 20 guys who all give each other big bear hugs. They leave their front door open for long periods of time and they get in their car one-person-at-a-time and the passenger never gets in until the car has reversed about 15 feet. There used to be two younger women who drove the same car, but now they're gone, replaced by their equally strange young male counterparts. Sara and I have taken some guesses as to who these people are or what they're always up to. And I'm not sure if this is a clue, but I found this folded up and stuck to my front door on Sunday night:  Now, I'm not saying these guys are strange just because they MAY be Jehovah's witnesses. You really must see the way they get into their car! It doesn't make any sense. On a lunch break. 12:18 PM At this very second, I am waiting for the UPS guy to deliver my brand-spanking new computer, which is going to be one powerhouse of a machine, people. It will not, however, improve the quality of these posts. Count me in. If you asked me to post every single day for the rest of 2006, I would laugh in your face and then spit in it. And yet, today I somehow accepted this challenge. I should note ... Picnic, Lightning was one of the first blogs that inspired me to create my own, so I feel inclined to partake in this challenge, despite the fact that I will surely lose within the first 7 days or so. Want in? Check out the rules and email Ben. If nothing else, this will expose you to a lot more interesting blogs and stories than my own. Go Yo La Tengo! Now your regularly scheduled program... 7:17 PM One bad thing about having a movie marathon is that it makes the weekend fly by as if the weekend never actually happened at all. I went back to work this morning thinking about this last trip to Tivoli as if it had been some sort of dream. Did we really spend an hour in Best Buy waiting for someone to get the new TV off the shelves for us? Was The Rock really hanging upside-down from a tree next to Stifler? Did I really make a late night run to the grocery store on Friday for some eggs, energy drinks and cantaloupe when suddenly this lady popped up right behind us as I was pinching my girlfriend's butt? I suppose all this actually did happen. But how did it happen so damn quickly? Totally unrelated. A few weeks ago when I was lying in bed, way too tired and incapable of good judgment to be thinking about important things in my life, I realized ... it's not that I am in a constant state of finding one thing to worry about, as I have always believed. It's that I am always lacking confidence in one area of my life. If I'm confident at work, I'm concerned about my social life. If my social life is good, I'm worried about my family. If my family life is good, I'm concerned about work. I would use the words 'vicious cycle' to describe this, but that's become my cliche of late. It's more like ... who I am. I can't help it. I think, to a certain extent, I have control over how much energy I can put towards gaining confidence in the areas that are lacking. And, even though I have doubted this for years, I think things like self-help books and personal development can help as well. But, in the end, I think there will always be one area of my life where I feel I am vulnerable, even if that area changes changes every day. The only thing I can really change is how good I am at pretending that vulnerability doesn't exist. Doom (2005) ... commentary  Mike says: 13 hours later, we've finished Doom and we're ready to discuss! We apparently watched about an hour of this last night before deciding to postpone the rest of the marathon, but I barely remember it because I was passing out at the time. That said, I did enjoy this movie. It was a surprisingly decent get-chased-by-monsters-in-space flick, and it's the type of movie that I would put in my DVD player before going to bed. I could watch it over and over. It's like a good bedtime story, with monsters and zombie-like people having their heads blown off. Sara says: I'm EXTREMELY excited that I now have a third reason to mention Xena. Karl Urban played at LEAST 3 different characters in Xena: some Hebrew dude, Cupid, and then Julius Caesar, Xena's arch-nemesis. And his acting hasn't really improved since then, but nevermind. My only beef with Doom is that a) it seems to want to take itself seriously (apart from the first person shooter sequence) and b) The Rock is kind of evil. However, I agree that it's fun, but then I am easily amused. Have I mentioned that before?I do like movies made out of video games, because they tend to be ludicrous, and I like ludicrous. I'm just waiting for them to make a movie out of Battlefront. (... get it? Eh? Hay-uk!) Mike says: Ho ho! Nice. Hey, I think we should probably mention our thoughts on The Rock's acting abilities throughout our marathon series. My own thoughts: I don't think he's incredibly good, but I think he could be a lot better. I get the sense he's just not as comfortable on the movie set as he is in the wrestling ring...unless he's just punching things and shooting guns. But I think The Rock needs to loosen up and be a bit more creative with his characters. I think he's taking himself a little too seriously on the big screen.Sara says: I think maybe he's being directed badly, which you also mentioned earlier. I imagine the director is all, "Hey, chicky baby, we need more eyebrow in this scene." Or, "Rocky honey, flash us your too-white smile and give us a little more eyebrow." There was a movie recently, forget the name, with Vin Diesel in it playing a mob boss, and he was actually supposed to be really good. I have a feeling that, as long as he plays his cards right, The Rock may someday find his niche and critics will be hailing him as they do Vin Diesel (although I guess they kinda don't, but you know what I mean). Someday, he may even insist on being credited as Dwayne Johnson. Kind of like how Debbie Gibson is now Deborah Gibson, except not at all. I think he was best in The Rundown, although his delivery wasn't always great so it's really quite relative. I give Doom 4 stars out of 5. I give The Rock a special place in my heart (but I just think of him as a friend, Mike... just a friend).Mike says: 4 of out 5 sounds a bit right to me too. Well, maybe more like a 3.5 for my vote. And, umm, yeah, I think that's all I have left to say. I have to drive back to PA in a little bit, so I think it's about time to get off this computer. This concludes The The Rock Marathon! Thanks for tuning in, folks!The Rundown (2003)... commentary Sara says: That was fun, although I'm reaching that point where drunk just turns into asleep. That should make Doom very interesting (or not). I shall prevail! I do remember one thing I meant to say about The Scorpion King, again comparing it to Xena -- and that was that no one actually shook hands, but instead shook elbows. Is that a historical fact? Nevertheless, people shake hands in The Rundown, not elbows. I found it to be pretty fun, but it was kind of hard going from The Rock in a veritable loin cloth to The Rock being, like, the veritable savior of the Amazonian people, ya know? A combo of action comedy with fairly shallow social (or global) consciousness that reminded me of 80s movies like Romancing the Stones and The Gods Must Be Crazy. What did you think, Mike? Mike?Mike says: Three words: (or is it two?) ... Penis-eating minnows. This movie was, like, a gazillion times better than The Scorpion King, although I don't mean to compare/contrast the two. I just realized we should probably be giving synopses of these movies, but I don't know if I have that ability right now. Sara's one step behind me in the intake of Famous Dwaynes... and I think that's why she's getting so sleepy. Although, nevermind, so am I. Oh yeah, the movie. Good stuff. I really recommend this one. Dwayne and Seann William Scott make a surprisingly good duo, perhaps reminiscent of Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, in connectivitynessivity, of course, or perhaps even Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Totally different movies, but likeable pairings, people. The Rundown was pretty damn good. Check it out, motha fuckas. Sara says: See, I think I would find this one more forgettable than The Scorpion King. Don't get me wrong! I liked it. Actually, perhaps it's useless to compare. Apples and oranges. I did find the part where it solidified as a buddy comedy when The Rock and Seann William Scott are roped together and being attacked by humping monkeys RATHER AMUSING. Also, it was a total surprise that Christopher Walken is in this, mostly because I forgot the previews. Still, I have to give it 4 stars out of 5 instead of 5 out of 5, because there were no ninja stars. Oh yeah, penis-eating minnows. OK. Mike says: 4 out of 5 stars, I agree. Now I'm eating a slice of pizza. We ordered some from Broadway earlier tonight. On with Doom! It's getting later by the second!The Scorpion King. (2002) ....commentary 8:41 PM Mike says: Okay, first movie finished. Let me give you a quick background on The Scorpion King for those who are interested. This was The Rock's first major motion picture in a starring role. The budget was $60 million, and it had grossed about $90 million in the U.S. alone within the first couple months after it premiered. So, it was quite successful.My initial thoughts are that it is fun, fast-paced, a good first movie for The Rock, but it can be summed up in about two words: instantly forgettable. Sara says: Because we're drunk! As Mike has mentioned before, I have seen this movie before. Only thing is, before this 2nd viewing tonight, I couldn't remember a thing about it except for the fact that a guy gets a ninja star to the face within the first 2 seconds of screen time. I guess this attests to the fact that it is instantly forgettable. However, I think that it is important to note that when The Rock kills people with his trusty bow, they fly diagonally through the air as if catapulted. I may forget that in the morning.Mike says: Just now, I looked at a Robert Ebert review from 2002 that mentioned a part in the movie when The Rock is literally up to his head in sand and about to be attacked by huge fire ants. Ebert goes on to say that there's something about this moment where you can see that The Rock will become a huge Hollywood star (or something like that.) I totally agree with this! It was a great moment. Funny thing is, I had completely forgotten about it until I read it in Ebert's review, even though I just watched the movie a few minutes ago.Sara says: Yeah, well I looked at imdb.com before, and saw that The Rock is going to be in a bunch of stuff in the next couple years, so obviously he will be a star. He will eyebrow his way into high fame. But one more thing about this movie: I think I like it so much because, as I've said a million times while we were watching it, it's like a big-budget Xena episode. (I'm not gay.) Think of The Rock as Lucy Lawless, similarly clad, and Michael Clarke Duncan as Renee O'Connor, similarly blonde and spunky. It's a kick-ass display of not grrrl power, but mnnn power. I like the part where The Rock gets his leather garb slashed, but he tosses it off (ha) to reveal his mighty prowess and fights off the bad guys WITHOUT his manly attire. Mnnn power.Mike says: There were also a lot of scantily clad women in this movie. In fact, every single woman was scantily clad. Sara, what are your thoughts on this?Sara says: Kill the bitches!Mike says: Well, in any case, this TV is fantastic! I give this movie 3 stars out of 5. On to The Rundown!Sara says: 5 stars out of 5! I am easily pleased! Kill the bitches! On to The Rundown! More vodka!More pre-game fun. 6:17 PM Mike says: Sara's making some chocolate pudding right now, so we'll be getting things started shortly after that. We like pudding. But I don't think our decision to make it has anything to do with The Rock. We just had a craving at the grocery store last night, and we figured, hey, what's a movie marathon without chocolate pudding.I don't think I've had this stuff for years, actually? How about you, Sara? Sara says: Not since an unfortunate incident with your mom's pudding. Last night.Mike says: Well, there you have it, folks. Haven't had any alcohol yet and she's already bustin on my momma. It's going to be a great night!Final Preparation 5:41 PM Mike says: Okay, folks ... we're about to get started. First on tonight's lineup will be The Scorpion King.And, a special treat for me and Sara, we'll be watching tonight's marathon on a brand-spanking new Samsumg TV, right out of the box! Sara says: I needed a new TV. So today we went to the store to get one. And I agonized so much about the TVs in my price range that all I could do was step out of it and get a TV I couldn't afford but knew I liked! So I won't be eating for the next few weeks, but at least we can enjoy Dwayne Johnson plastered across this beautiful screen (excuse the temporary setup on my floor): Mike says: Now we just need to make our Famous Dwaynes and put the movie in. Let The The Rock Marathon Begin!What we're drinking ... 11:18 AM For tonight's The The Rock Marathon, we are creating a BRAND NEW concoction, which we have dubbed a Famous Dwayne, inspired by The Rock's real name, Dwayne Johnson. Ingredients of a Famous Dwyane: 1.5 oz vodka 1.5 oz triple sec 4 oz Rockstar® energy drink 5 oz cran-strawberry juice How to make a Famous Dwayne: Add vodka and triple sec to a highball glass over ice. Add Rockstar energy drink, then add cranberry juice and serve. Also inspired by the Electric Ski-mask cocktail and Fucked by a Rockstar shot. Showtime in a few hours! The The Rock Marathon The basic idea: Sara and I get drunk and watch a bunch of movies starring The Rock. And, we do it with The Rock-inspired cocktails, yet to be determined. (This announcement will be made Saturday afternoon.) Here's the lineup for Saturday night, updated and revised only minutes ago! The Scorpion King (2002) The Rundown (2003) Doom (2005) We previously had Walking Tall (2004) on the list, but too many people (read: 2 people) said we were crazy for not including The Rundown. I have not seen any of these movies, though Sara has already seen Scorpion King but doesn't remember any of it. If any of you are staying in this Saturday night, be sure to stop on our blogs, where we'll be posting after each movie. We sort of lied about the "6 reviews" though. It will be more like 3 back-and-forth dialogues about each movie, and we promise they won't be lame. But that's all we're promising. Stay tuned, folks! Stay tuned for details.  This just in ...  I found this one in my apartment last night, on the wall next to my front door. I had just picked Jaws 3 off the DVD shelves and was heading upstairs to get into bed when I spotted it. I grabbed my camera, took a few nice shots, and then immediately killed it. My Weekend: a diagram  1) Battlefront II! This game has an amazing replay value, I swear. We've had this thing since June and yet we still play it every damn day. We've beaten the campaign over and over. We've killed thousands of rebel soldiers and CIS droids. My eyes have nearly bled as we've played in to the late hours on nothing but Yuengling and bourbon chicken. And it's still excellent. But we had an emergency this weekend. Sara and I sat on my living floor. I hooked up the Playstation. Turned it on. And then ... a controller wasn't working. I don't know ... maybe it just couldn't stand the abuse I've been giving it or maybe it simply died of old age. But, luckily, I had some Best Buy gift certificates, so we immediately dropped everything and drove 25 minutes to Harrisburg for a new one. Weekend saved! 2) A cookout! This was one of my favorite highlights of the weekend. Sara brought down her mini-grill and we had our own small BBQ..hot dogs, hamburgers...Sara even made some of her world-famous pasta salad! (And I bought a new bowl for my kitchen so that she could make it!) We cooked in the heat Saturday evening, drinking beers on the patio, and we smelled like charcoal for the rest of the night. It was great. 3) Sara! Boy, she did some interesting things in her sleep last night. At one point, she sat straight up and claimed to have seen "something." Then she kind of laughed and went back to sleep. This was only a few hours after we had watched The Haunting, so I was little creeped out. 4) My leg! After breakfast on Saturday (scrambled eggs, toast), we went for a brief walk around Etown campus. There, we made fun of other people's blogs. 5) Water! Snacks! Beer! I'm not sure why I had an arrow pointing to this. I guess that's to show where we kept our food and drinks while we played Battlefront. 6) Upstairs! I showed Sara my one and only card trick last night and she seemed genuinely impressed. I told her I couldn't explain how the trick worked, but then her face got all serious and she said, "Tell me. I'm your girlfriend. You can't keep secrets from me." So I told her. I'm no magician, people. If you thought THIS weekend was exciting, wait till you see what we have in store for you blog readers next weekend! Stay tuned. Maybe I should have killed it. Yesterday, at the same time that I was taking pictures of a Funnel-web Grass Spider in the laundry room, a black pen was spilling its ink in the pocket of my work pants in the washer behind me. Two pairs of pants were ruined. Spiders. Good luck? I think not. We're going to need more photos...fast! 12:23 PM  Funnel-web Grass Spider Agelenopsis naevia Sara gets credit for classifying this one. Read about it here and here. I love this girl! Take the ArachnoChallenge! A few months back, Sara had a great idea to take photos of various spiders around her apartment and then do some research to figure out what species they belonged to. I thought this was brilliant, and since my apartment can become quite infested as well, I suggested we both have a joint-spider-blog with even more photos for everyone to look at and cringe. Well, I think we both lost motivation for this and quickly forgot about it. Nevertheless, as I was doing some laundry tonight, I couldn't help but grab a few shots of this:  And now a story. About 8 or 9 years ago I was eating dinner with my family at the Red Lion Diner in Horsham, Pennsylvania. I was having the stuffed flounder with a side of french fries and cole slaw. Iced tea, no lemon. I was drinking my iced tea through a straw, and I know this for a fact because I remember thinking that a piece of my straw wrapper had somehow gotten into my glass and through my straw, into my mouth. It couldn't have been ice. Too squishy. So, like any curious George would do, I put my fingers in my mouth and picked this foreign object off my tongue. And there it was. Big. Hairy. Lots of legs. Lots of colors. Dead, and soaked in tea and saliva. I'm glad to admit there was no freaking-out session, no loud screams of "OH MY GOD THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER IN MY ICED TEA!" But, I did leave the restaurant about 60 seconds later. My family stayed and was later offered a free cake from the manager. I opted not to have a piece when my parents brought it home that night.  Some other fun facts about me and spiders: -Not totally afraid of them. I just hate them. I hate them! -I kill them whenever they're all up in my grille. (The one above was in the laundry room, so I didn't really care.) -Scarier than bees. Better than snakes. (Which would you rather have in your bed?) -I have had many a nightmare about them. -Arachnophobia. Good movie. Creeps me out. -8 Legged Freaks. Retarded. Although, now that I think about it, this movie might be an homage to Dawn of the Dead, because the townspeople get trapped in a mall. I think. Here's another pic to give you an idea of the web that spider wove in the laundry room. The freaky thing about that spider was that the closer I got, the more he (or she) came out of that little nest hole. He wasn't afraid of me at all. It was as if he was getting ready for an attack. And he certainly wasn't hiding. And now for something really fun! Hey, we all have spiders. Why not take a pretty picture? Post it on your blog and we'll see who has the worst. We shall call this: The ArachnoChallenge! I'm just joshin ya, ya dirty bastard Two quick things. 1) At some point this afternoon, in the middle of about 5 projects and in between 2 interviews for new writer/editors in our department, I realized I was completely wrong about what I said in my last post. I am exactly where I want to be in this company. In fact, if I were anywhere else, I wouldn't want to work there anymore. I think my problem lies in the fact that I simply want to know more...about everything. I want to know all the inside information about various business partnerships and I want to know exactly where the company is headed at all times, who we're doing business with, and why. This is information I don't need to know for my position, but I'd be a lot happier if people just passed it along every once in a while. Or every day. 2) For those of you who know me in person, you may often hear this inaudible noise come out of my mouth: Unfortunately, this is what comes out whenever I want to say "just kidding," and, much to the annoyance of everyone around me, I say it all the damn time. Even when it's completely clear that I'm being sarcastic (i.e. I wish you'd all die horribly in a fiery pit of Christopher Reeve's lard, because I hate every one of you), I feel that I often have to follow that with, "Jus-keh!" Sara makes fun of me for this all the damn time, and I'm glad she does. I need to stop this and I need to stop it now. |
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