September 2006

Quaoar
I SPELLED IT RIGHT THE FIRST FUCKING TIME. The first fucking time being about ten minutes after I woke up early on Tuesday morning. When I got home from my Tuesday night journey I couldn't spell or think for shit. Doesn't help that I ended up puking McDonalds food near exit 174 on Route 25. Those long drives up north are probably the only reason why I'd keep Sirius satellite radio. Beyond that, it's too much of a pain in the ass for home listening.

not the first time

This isn't the first protein spill from eating McDonalds food. A few months ago the company bought breakfast and I ordered a sausage and egg muffin. I took one bite and then started gagging and puked into my wastebasket. Fortunately no one noticed the incident.

In weiter Ferne, so nah!

This little post has nothing to do with Wim Wenders.

At work, when I returned from lunch, management started asking for people to go home. I was the first with a hand in the air. Five minutes later the other top performer started her old bat whining about how she wanted to go home. The manager who took my request came back and apologized and I played dumb saying "Oh, she probably asked first."

Of course I had a brief bout of anxiety. They're keeping me because they want to have a final conversation with me. Fortunately I was able to banish this hobgoblin when I realized that the old bat had come in an hour early and I hadn't even though I've got the numbers every single fucking day working fewer hours.

Perhaps Wednesday will allow me to come home, catch up on housekeeping and contact the rental company because I reckon the backdoor light is on the fritz.

pics pics pics pics (marching)

In Yer Dreams

In dreamland I was somewhere on the plains of Colorado. A shadow kept looming over my shoulder and turns out it was Devil's Tower. The shadow became a portal into space and I found myself in the Kuiper belt. Quaoar was being hollowed out by an unknown agency to build a city within its core. Nearby was an archipelago of planets, each one smaller than the other like Russian dolls. You know, matroyshka dolls. I had to look that one up. I'm pretty sure the leading planet was Pluto and the rest were its satellites.

Finally it turns out that raddidge came with me to New Jersey where she visited my father's business. I told her she could probably get a job at my dad's shop. She sat down in a barber chair, tilted it all the way back and started bouncing it around the place like a mechanical bull.