Saturday morning. 10:05 a.m. At my desk. Hung-over.
Luckily I’ve got a kiwi!
Saturday morning. 10:05 a.m. At my desk. Hung-over.
Luckily I’ve got a kiwi!
Weirdness. We were supposed to have our monthly meeting/drinks session tonight and rumors were flying about more layoffs, buyouts, etc. We were also dreading more of the horrendous Chardonnay they tried to pawn off on us last time. But oddly enough, when we got to the board room there were just cases and cases of Beck’s. And no meeting. Just drinks. On one hand it was really, really cool… but on the other hand, it was a little Twilight Zone.
And in further work-related news, after sitting on my ass for two weeks straight I’ve been suddenly asked to come in tomorrow for emergency work on McDonald’s. Yeah, I’m the friggin’ cavalry, and I’m riding to the rescue. So I’ll be here all day. Expect more blogging.
Congratulations to my brother Anthony, who was accepted into the Kappa Sigma fraternity at Purdue. He assures me that they’re not beer-swilling assholes. 🙂
This morning I received one of those “Tell your friends lots of secret things about you” e-mails from Jann. As I’m still unallocated at work and bored out of my mind, I decided to answer via my weblog. It’s similar to other memes I’ve seen, but some of the questions are different. Feel free to play along if you want.
That made me hungry. Time for lunch!
How many banned books have you read? I counted twenty-three for me. Most of those were children’s books, but still…
Are You Smarter Than Miss America? I’m not. I’m only as smart as Miss America. I got 6 out of 8 correct. D’oh! (Take the quiz and then go to the comments page so we can compare what we missed.)
Ebert gets seriously pissy about Ben Stiller’s new movie.
A British father is pissed at FHM magazine after his 14-year-old daughter saw some “grotesque” pictures in it, fainted, hit her head on the pavement, and died. I’m very sorry for his loss, and I’m not trying to belittle that in any way. But how on earth is this magazine responsible? What if I’m reading the newspaper and I’m so engrossed in a good story that I step out in front of a bus and get squished? Is that the newspaper’s fault? Why was this girl, who has been described as extremely “squeamish”, looking at those pictures in the first place? Either she chose to look, or someone thrust them in her face (and if that’s the case, why isn’t that person responsible?). In a way, this reminds me of an article I just read over at the Banned Books Project. Parents don’t understand that if they want to restrict access to what their kids’ read and see, fine. The way to do that is to accompany your kids to the library or ask them what they’re reading or generally just be involved in their lives. If you can’t do that, you have no right to request that the material be made unavailable to everybody else. This father says, “I can’t see how anyone’s life is improved by seeing the range of degenerative pictures.” I’d like to respond and say that just because he can’t see any worth, that doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t. Who’s to be the judge of which material is appropriate and should be available? I hate to trot out the old “book burning Nazis” cliché, but that’s what I think every time I read about another of these censorship outcries.
(I just deleted a couple lines in there about the First Amendment, which I suddenly realized doesn’t apply in this case. As my knowledge of British law is scant at best, where is freedom of speech guaranteed here? It is, isn’t it?)
Mets win. Braves lose. Mets are now three games behind the Braves… going into a three-game series in Atlanta. Eeeek!
Here he is, in his first (but certainly not the last) web-goddess appearance, my new little brother Joseph Robert!