Pointless Announcements

Hmmm...

*Splash into Dream Sequence: Young Baraka_Guru in college during fall session. He's offering room under his quilt to a naive-but-oh-so-nubile girl while drinking a little red wine out of a red Solo cup and watching Tango and Cash. "Come on in, let's watch Stallone stop a truck with a snubnose revolver. The finale sequence is totally sponsored by Tonka." He's like a cuddly bear trap of smoldering lust, just waiting to strike like a honky scorpion covered by a protective shell of good intentions and a shiny coat of the perfect use of the English language. She can't resist. It's just too tempting.*

 

You put a little too much thought into the imagined sexual conquests of Baraka_Guru, 9er. Keep it up. Good read.

 

Also... for five minutes today the TFP gestapo was rollin' DEEP. It was like Michael Jackson's Beat It, yo.

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We were all forced to apologize to Martian for missing Sysadmin Day. Which seems like a made-up holiday to me, but he's the one who's all weepy about getting missed.

I didn't know the definition of "caterwaul" until today. Or, rather, I did know the definition, but it's now in a completely new perspective.

 

Yeah, but not as much as Fremen.

 

Family Day is wholy-owned by Oscar Meyers Industries in a joint venture with the Rand Corporation. They were the ones responsible for foisting Bill Keene on the world.

 

Martian, we appreciate all you do.

 

I appreciate Martian's pimp hat and his smirk that says "Pfft, I got this."

 

I knew you were gonna get technical on me. Anyway, I thought balls = ovaries. It's been a long time since I got schooled in this stuff.

 

Okay, okay... ballsack. And I'm not really trying to be anal about genitals here. Heh. God, that's just an awkward sentence.

 

So about a month ago spouse notices about 2 dozen bats flying out from the eaves of our three-storey building at about 8:45 each evening. He emails the maintenance peeps and they say they'll put a work order in. Meanwhile, I'm sweeping/scrubbing ever-larger piles of guano off the back deck/deck furniture every day or so. Today, I call the condo assoc. and inquire about the bat-issue to learn that though an order went in, it is a 'back-order' (wtf?). Bats are a protected species here in the outlying Chicago suburbs and their places of residence cannot be disturbed until August. Woo-hoo.

 

Got an reply back from a company that I sent my resume off to. The boss hit reply-all to my resume, sending me a email saying, "Bring this guy in, his looks the best". 5 seconds afterwards, I get an email saying, "Please, disregard my previous email. RECALL!"

Yeah, that's not really how that works. Not sure if I want to work for a guy who doesn't know the difference between the reply and reply to all button.

 

His money is just as green and it seems like you're his hobbit. Plus, look at it this way: Who hasn't fucked up the Reply All a few times in their life?

I've fucked up the Reply All in ways few mortal men can hope to achieve. You know how much I edit shit; screw-ups like that are a living hell.

 

True, I might go to the interview, but I don't think the money will be there. Before I sent out the email, I was hardup for work. A week later and I've got a steady gig that pays well in between my main gig. $13 an hour to sit in a cubical doesn't seem to appeal to me as much as it did when I sent the original email.