Here's a wacky stat. Checked over my amazon referrals and found that somehow ELO Discovery is the top item for click throughs. Not sure where that's happening from. Very odd indeed. Anyway, once all the bands with vocoders get tired they'll make an album like this. I'm talking to you Air.
 
I'm putting together a package for 2 engineers in Sweden hee hee hee hee. Horror vampire bat bite!

The whole problem of work is that it interferes with everything else I want to do. Like everything that's enjoyable.
 
Watched the lastest remake of Hamlet with Ethan Hawke. He ended up looking like he needed a bath or something rather than a slightly disturbed Dane. Thought Special Agent Cooper was alright as step poppy.

Chairlie's Angels! from Furniture Porn.com

A belated toast to Grant for all his ISP efforts of late. A cup of the best coffee to you!

This week's mystery rebus

There's time I find this Horoscope thing a little spooky

The inevitable question will concern job satisfaction. Being paid well and enjoying your work don't have to be on the opposite end of a seesaw, yet lately, finding that balance has been tricky.

This came up as a recommendation for me at Amazon. Must be part of some sort of larger philosophical question like "if Cameo fell off the planet would he make any sound"?

Ariite!
 
yo obsce blogg'n intrigues me, yet ay retain me respectful distance.

Moose inScouse

I dyed my hair because it seemed like life was better when I was platinum. Doesn't seemed to have made much difference.

Brontë must really love me because she left me a big present on the stairs this morning.

Somethings should never be celebrated and this is one.

Didn't win the lotto. Looks like my plans have fallen apart. What does it say about your job when your future happiness is based on Super7 and 6/49?

"Hi there
 
No problem. Already deleted."

Maybe all Grants are nice decent folks. Lets hope this mystery one is. My frustration has clouded my mind. Must step back from the brink.

Today is when I have my nervous breakdown, thanks my own carelessness, Hotmail, and mental diarrhea. Managed to go years without a slip up like this guess it's my time... damn.

When you're this big they call you mister

My otter would also smash heads on his belly like shells.

I've decided that I need a rabid otter at work. He could live in a blow up pool beside my desk and could come to meetings with me and act as my enforcer. What could be more disturbing than a cute sea mammal that's foaming at the mouth?

Someone at work claims I look like this dog:

This shirt is hurting my nipple.

I don't want to go to work, I want to go back to Sweden.