Ahhh…. 30 more minutes until the weekend begins. Hockey tonight, more movies waiting in the mail for me, a birthday party tomorrow (the Bossman’s), and absolutely, positively, without a doubt nothing at all planned for Sunday. Just the way it should be.

My God! That clock’s hands have started moving soooooo sloooooowly…

I’ve noticed an interesting trend in the blogs lately. People are wondering what the big deal is with Napster’s legal problems. Several I’ve run across have pointed out that you can still get mp3s everywhere and that people who use Napster are just lazy. Interesting that they put this on their easy-to-use blog from blogger.

Me? I’m all for ease of use. Never went for those velcro shoes though – I couldn’t get back up if I was sitting Native American-style on shag carpeting.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but my horoscope often tends to be eerily accurate:

“You’re more stubborn today than usual, inclined to whine if things don’t go your way. Instead of dwelling on what you can’t change, focus on getting something accomplished that you’ve been putting off — it’ll help your mood if you feel like you’ve achieved something today.”

GET… OUT… OF… MY… BRAAAAAAIIIIINNNN!!!

Okay, so I use Yahoo! for my most checked email (which is conveniently accessible through that “contact” link over there, hint hint) and it’s has been Poh KEY today. The best thing was just a second ago, however. I had just sent an email and was trying to go back to view my folders. It hung again, trying to connect. As my mind does, my eyes started to wander from boredom. What do they land on but the banner ad at the top of the page. One of those spiffy animated banners (frozen, of course) that pretends like it’s filling in the blanks to an answer. “Yahoo! Mail is F A S _ ”

Is it any wonder people are always wondering why I’m laughing?

Memo to myself: Do the dumb things I gotta do – touch the Puppet Head.

You know, I’m starting to grow accustomed to these sticky little things on top of my bagel. I’m still not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

Don’t know what’s up with me today – I’m in a blah mood. Sort of like there’s a tinge of beige to the world. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with me that I could point to as the cause of my crappy feeling of the day. I’d call it a general overall malaise, just ’cause I’ve been looking for an excuse to say “malaise” for the past couple of weeks.

But my day’s already gotten better – Marketing Wank just came in and turned on ALL of the lights (hey buddy, think there’s a reason the only person here is sitting with only half the fluorescents on?) and the Pug has arrived, snorting and snuffling its way past my desk. And to top it all off, I took the “What Breed of Dog Are You?” test over at EMode and discovered that yes, I’m a Pug. If a giant anvil would just fall on me right now, it would make my day perfect.

Learned something important at lunch. Yes, that frightening little creature behind me is a Pug. Yes, everyone else think it’s creepy. Yes, that’s where “pug ugly” came from. Now if I knew what kind of animal the Burfer was, I could die happy.

I just love what Yahoo says about it: “A lean, leggy Pug and a dog with short legs and a long body are equally objectionable.” I would add that a pug falling between these criteria is objectionable too.

I come back from making copies (The A-meister! The A-Man! Makin’ copies! Copy-rama! Copy-licious!) and the marketing wank is using his hand to make an imaginary bar chart on the side of my cubicle to prove some obscure point. You know, one of those ratings kinds of bar charts:

“See, dolphins are this smart, humans are right about here, slugs are down here and this is about where you are, Marketing Wank.”

Of course, his bar chart has something to do with sales or marketing crap, but I tune that kind of talk out with either headphone music or loud, off-key humming. Talk about making people nervous.

Is it a bad thing to be eating dusty M&M’s? I’m of the mindset that any kind of M&M is a good M&M. Well, except for those crispy ones – they just suck. I wonder if there’s an alternate to the five second rule that covers food which hasn’t fallen but has instead just been sitting in one place for a long time. At least food that doesn’t do obvious things like change color, change smell, change shape or just crawl away. Maybe there’s a five day rule. If so, I just made it! Then again, I still think today’s Tuesday…

Isn’t it interesting how you lose all perception of time after not going to sleep for one night? I had the bright idea of staying up Monday night, since my hockey games were over at 12:30 and I wasn’t home until 1:30. Hey – only three hours until I usually wake up. Why not just stay up?

I learned why yesterday at about 6 AM. Oh man. I can’t believe I used to do this on a regular basis! then again, that was college and all you had to do was go to class. Wait a minute – I had to sit through lectures like this. How the hell did I pull that off? Must be one of those rose colored glances at the past going on here.

Today I feel much better after about 12 hours of sleep. Niiiiice. I woke up once at 9:00 last night, spent about ten minutes trying to figure out who/where I was, then back to blissful sleep. I’ve just been spending the day trying to figure out what day it is. It’s almost like my Tuesday didn’t even exist. Interesting. Just what I always wanted – 48 hours of Monday.

Okay, that’s probably all of the typing for today (I’ve heard that one before). I sliced open the back of my hand on Monday night trying to do a quick drive swap on the computer and it’s been giving me no end of trouble. Ah well – c’est ma vie.

Okay, I vote we take all of the sales and marketing people of the world, toss them onto a rocket and shoot them into the sun. Now by “sales and marketing people”, I don’t necessarily mean that anyone in this field gets an automatic one-way ticket. This also doesn’t mean it will only be people from this field – it’s all a mindset/personality sort of thing.

I should probably add heavily perfumed people to this list now, ’cause that flowery smelling guy just walked past. Creepy.

Anyhoo, we’re talking about that sales/marketing mindset/attitude. You know the people – glossy on the outside, empty on the inside. I tend to call these people sales/marketing ’cause they always seem to end up in this sort of job. Always handy with the insincere queries into your health, your well-being and your weekend. Ick. That smile with way too many teeth. Do people really buy into the false goodwill these people project? I would assume so, since things really are being sold out there. Quite a scary thought.