Okay, now the Annoying Little Dog has become the Annoying Burfing Little Dog. No, not “Barfing” – “Burfing”. It doesn’t have a real bark, but can’t really be classified as a yap. So, it just wanders around in circles around its owner’s desk going “BURF! BURF! BURF!”
If only it was a little smaller. The dog’s current size isn’t very flushable.
Between the two and a half liters of post-hockey water I drank last night and the two Cokes I’ve had this morning, I’ve become a veritable human fountain. Perhaps if I had a Moon Suit I wouldn’t have to walk so much.
How was your ride in? How was your ride home?
You know, it can be pretty annoying to be around bicycle commuters sometimes. I do love the word “bonk”, though. Especially since it’s so close to “boink”.
“Do bears bareth? do bees beeth?” – the immortal David Addison.
Interesting note here – Bruce Willis’ first name is Walter. Go figure.
Quote of the day:
“Does it have a reset button?”
“What’s a reset button?”
“You don’t know what a reset button is?”
“Hey man, I’m not a hardware kinda guy.”
The Doppler Effect is truly a real thing. As the caffeine is leaving my body and the world slows down, everything is developing a tinge of red. I’d better hike to one of the other floors and see if I can find another fix to move back toward the blue end of the spectrum.
Annoying little dogs should be outlawed. What makes it worse is, this particular annoying little dog is cute in a sort of feisty way. that means all kinds of people are constantly going up to it and making baby noises and telling it what a “cutie-woogums” it is. Kinda disconcerting to see a fat, hairy programmer with Cheeto spooge on his shirt talking that way.
I don’t believe in trouble
I don’t believe in pain
I don’t believe there’s nothing left
But running here again
I don’t believe in promise
I don’t believe in chance
I don’t believe you can resist
The things that make no sense
I just realized – since I’m feeling like death I should have stayed home – after all, even Death Takes a Holiday.
Uggggggghhhhh. Let’s hear it for the beloved Coca Cola Company! If I weren’t feeling like Death Warmed Over, I’d be singing their praises quite loudly. As it is, I’m trying to pump myself full of their lovely read product, M&Ms and the Run Lola Run soundtrack.
Down the street from where I work (in the opposite direction from Harriet’s, Harri-et. Crap, here we go again), there is a velcro outlet. No lie – a store devoted to velcro. As I was wandering zombie-like past it this morning, I happened to notice their sign for the first time. “Velcro cutting and punching” it says. “Velcro punching”? Is that like cow punching? Or perhaps they hire Italian guys who beat up on big hanging slabs of velcro in the freezer.
I’d hate to be the new guy there. I imagine the guys with seniority get to punch the soft side of the velcro. It doesn’t seem quite fair. I mean, they’ve been punching the scratchy side of the velcro for this long, why can’t they do it for awhile more? Stop picking on us new guys!
Man, our drink guy had better get here soon.
What a night of skating! I’ve almost learned how to do a hockey stop now (muy importante), and at the very least I’m rockin’ on my snowplows. I only smashed into one and a half people on the ice and only had one near miss with the coach.
I’ve discovered one thing about my skating and puckhandling skills – I’m really good at keeping my head up. This is good in theory, but considering I don’t have the skills to avoid collisions, all it means is I get to see what’s getting ready to happen and have lots of time to dread the impact. Maybe I’ll start working on looking down until I’m more skilled. That way I won’t know what’s getting ready to happen to me.
Well, almost finished with my heaping helping of pasta, so it’s off to the showers, then to bed. Just think – if I went to bed right now, I could almost get four and a half hours of sleep. Ugh. Let’s hear it for mid-afternoon naps!