Joined at the Ligament

Combining words is fun.  All-inclusive can become 'Allclusive.'  Smelly face can become 'Smace.'  Chocolate tree can become 'Chocolatree.'  Fairy spigot can become 'Fa...Fai...igo...got...'

Nevermind, combining words can only lead to pain.

Virtual Reality

I'm sad that MySpace isn't doing so well online...I have decided to bring MySpace to real life!  I'm going to tell everyone about my private life in public spaces.  I'm going to stand in the lobby of other people's live performances and tell everyone coming in about my own show up the street.  I will actually follow people, spouting short bursts of random thoughts at them.  Most importantly, when someone says hi to me I'm going to pull out a boombox and play them a song...staring at them...unemotionally...until they tell me to stop.

Creepy

I'm asleep right now.  But I scheduled this to go online while I was asleep.  But I know I'm going to wake up just after it goes online.  Because I'll be creeped out.

Why do I do this to myself?

Boring Blog

Sometimes I wonder "How many times have I been up at 1:30 am...and what was I doing when I was up that late?"  Then I think "I know!  I'll write a blog and start documenting my 1:30 am adventures!"  And then I think "Normally I'm asleep, I guess I'll set an alarm and those days that I'm not already awake I'll wake myself up and document that I was asleep."  And then I realize that it was a stupid idea in the first place.

And then I write in my blog about each blog idea I came up with at 1:30 am in the morning.

You're Moved!

We're moving our office, but while carrying small items down the stairs in a box, I like to pretend I've been fired. I even cry.


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Mindless

I love reading Twitter.  Especially tweets written by musicians who don't realize how inane they sound.  I'm thinking of starting my own 'fake' artist Twitter account, and see if I can get fans.  My first tweet would be something like "Sitting in the studio...or not...nothing ever stops...keep pushin."  I can already imagine what song I would be recording.

Oldie Newy Pants

I love how Macs are designed.  My iMac was created to suit my specific needs.  For instance...the bottom of the monitor, just under the screen, is PERFECT for putting post-it notes.  I can organize my ENTIRE life through the post-it notes on my iMac.  Technology is awesome.

What happens when...

...the boss leaves early, and for two weeks?  And you're left alone with your co-worker in the empty office?

Simple...

TEARS FOR FEARS!  LOUD!

MPD

OK...if I act different on Facebook...and different on Twitter...and different at work and different in front of family...and different when I'm alone, or different when I'm surrounded by strangers...who...the hell am I?

Shuttle Launch

I just watched the last shuttle launch.  I feel REALLY sorry for those people we're abandoning at the space station.  And for the martians waiting for us to visit them.  And for the moon cheese that will go bad.  And science fiction writers.  I guess it's all over.

Friday

I have the song Friday stuck in my head.  I never have 'Don't Like Mondays' on Monday...or 'Ruby Tuesday' on Tuesdays...and can't even think of a Wednesday or Thursday song...which makes Friday the greatest 'Day-Based' song in the history of music forever.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it, The Beatles.

NESW

I used to live south east...now I live north west. I will call myself compass man. I will eat shredded wheat. I am a man about town. I wish I could be a cooler super hero!



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Pile O' Coffee

I have a pile of coffee cups building on my desk.  I leave them there instead of cleaning 'em up.  They makes me look busy...until someone comments "Hey, haven't those been there for a long time?"  That's when I tell them about the inner conflict of man and how time is relative.  I go over the mathematics behind viral video propagation and play a song on my guitar. They don't bring up the coffee much after that...but I'm pretty sure I look both smart, creative, forward thinking AND productive as a result.

Four Finger Response

I get it...the hand is there as a barrier to our conversation, and the preference is that I direct my side of the conversation to the hand because you are not interested in hearing, nor replying, to anything I have to say.  But...if you're holding up your hand...you're well within ear shot.  And if I have to keep talking to the hand, odds are pretty good you're hearing me anyway.  Won't your arm get tired?  It's an easy discussion if you'd just put your hand down, and FAR less arm-exhausting!

Time Passes

It's been awhile since I parkinglotted.  It's because I was doing too much.  But I can't remember what I did, at least not well enough to parkinglot about it.  Either I had a great time...or I was hit really hard with something on the head.  Regardless...I'm using parkinglot as a verb...so it can't be all bad.