| | ...Just not that often. My new year's resolution was to snap myself out of my funk. It's a general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament (why yes, I do have a "Dr. Evil" poster on my bedroom wall, how could you tell?). This funk started around... high school. Hm. No problem. Anyway, I have practically nothing to write about since August (har, har, like that ever stopped me). It got colder, for one. Since I walk to work, I pay a lot of attention to the Weather Channel. I don't pay nearly enough attention to the news, though. I've got several coworkers who want to get in a discussion with me about which candidate's best. I'm all like, "I dunno, the one that's Not Republican, I guess," and they're all, like, "that's totally not an issue here, we all hate Republicans," and I'm like, "OMG taht is soooooo kewl," and they're like, "yah, totly," and I'm like, "NO WAI," and they're like, "YA RLY," and I'm like, "ROFLOL," and they're like, "Internet meme jokes aren't funny." And I say they are. For about 10 seconds. Moving on. I heard "Cloverfield" gives people vertigo. The science behind it is that your inner ear contains the mechanisms for keeping your balance, but you also take visual cues from your environment as well. If you're sitting still in a dark theater and everything you see is jerking around as if the people on the screen were freakin' juggling the damn phones (hey! Wanna great survival tip? PUT DOWN THE EFFING PHONE AND RUN!!!), then your noodle gets mixed messages from two originally reliable sensory organs. So, I haven't seen it yet, and I'll probably wait until it comes out on DVD. I did see "National Treasure 2," "The Golden Compass," and "Sweeney Todd." The first two were good - not Oscar-good, but good entertainment. "Sweeney" was a marvelous musical massacre. If you go see it, bring a scarf. Eugh. Aaaanyway, I'm a little more at ease at work. It's still tough, and I still think I tick some people off, but I'm probably safe for now. I've got a sweet flex time schedule going on where I get every other Friday off. That's a three-day weekend every other week. I'm on one now. In the wise words of Peter Griffin, it's freakin' sweet  . Nyeheheheheheheheheh... I think I'll end this for now. Later, tater gator. What? |
