Pasties, something all raygun toting women should have.

And finish off the day with a cat puking 6 times in a row. Funny how this doesn't happen when he gets the most expensive cat food possible. Must be a plot of some sort by the cat food producers.

A great way to start a week is have the car fall off the jack as you try to change the tire.

They're fake! Fake I tell you!

Though people will doubt me, I swear I did not make this album up. You can go to Cover Heaven and see the proof.

Kristina Lotsa
Masturbation Boogie/Great Big Cocks and Long Bananas
7" Wrist Records 1979
(Norway)

Mini Monkey Paint Set

I ate and drank too much last night. Now it feels like I have a huge rock sitting in my stomach cavity.

You get sprung

Is it just me or are grown men in boyscout uniforms as creepy as clowns and mimes.

All week I've been full of lethe.

The official Ennio Morricone site.

Instead of the celebrity renovations they're doing on Trading Spaces, what they really should do for a ratings gimmick is the designers renovating each others homes. More precisely, the really crappy designers re-doing the really pretentious designers's homes. So I'm thinking Kia re-doing Doug's living room and Frank re-doing Hildi's or Laurie's. Think of the hijinx. Think of the final reveal reactions. Think of the knife fights. Think of the ratings.

I was intending on doing something more productive this weekend but Heatmiser was sitting on my desktop. So I decided he needed to be turned into a quick icon for my system. Someday, I'll actually sit down and do icons properly. But for the time being they seem to be quickly hacked together with OS X in mind. Available for Mac and PC.

Once again a link found via Poopscape. It's mc.clintock.com.

Free bacon for Scudworths.

I think the charm has worn off. Ever since these were given to me I seemed to have a really good streak of luck going. So I started to wear them obsessively everyday to work to keep the mojo working. Today felt like the luck had finally run out. Not really a terrible day. Just multiple little things going wrong constantly. Getting that feeling of being completely incompetent and the wheels finally shooting off the axels. I took the necklace even becoming unfastened and falling off twice today - which they never did before - as the definitive sign. So what else is there to do but buy a bottle of Jim Beam on the way home at 8 in the evening and make mint juleps. Which reminds me, I should clean the cat puke while I can still function.

Two major issues about the office. It's too damn quiet. In fact it's so quiet it's distracting to no end. Where's the clang? Where's the screaming? Where's Mr. deWit demented laugh? It's like being in an isolation chamber. The other problem is the lack of a decent Slurpee machine in the near vicinity. Any machine in the area puts out extremely poor quality sludge that acts more like an extra strength bowel cleaner than a refreshing drink.

I'm noticing that yoga has become the latest downtown fashionable trend. Everywhere you go it's all about yoga all in one place. Think I'll grab the shoe mat the cats have repeated puked on, roll it up, and walk around pretending to be going to yoga.

Agent Honeydew calling Monkey. Come in Monkey. Need spare keys or cars potentially towed away by evil Tow-or.

Good morning grumpy old fart. Thanks for arguing with the only cashier and creating a huge line up. I know in your world you only need 2 numbers correct in the lotto draw to win $10 but the cashier was right in her analysis that it actually takes 3.

Good morning skinny teenage nerdlinger. Nice briefcase and stetson. Don't get beat up at school.

Good morning ultra-high powered business woman. Let me get out of your way. You're obviously in a rush to suck someone's cock at a board meeting. Don't forget to brush.

I love public transit

Bought the Asics anyway.

Working from home is so much better. Get more done. Lots of noise. And when I stick my foot in my mouth only the cats hear me.

How the hell did this happen? Set today out with the intent of buying boring office acceptable shoes that wouldn't cause my feet to disintigrate into a pool of molted sweaty flesh. Instead I come home with a pair of Diesel slip ons and the urge to use the credit card on Asics.

Hey, guy with the beard - 2 minutes for interference. A great link sent along by "Young, Chris" amongst the cancon related e-mails this morning.

Mail trickling westward...

Passed on a chance to be interviewed about the Cancon section on "The Current" this morning. Working till the wee hours of the morning and then getting to the local CBC station for a 6am interview on no sleep didn't seem like a good mix. I see they must have gone forward with a piece on the site anyway. E-mails from the east coast already trickling in.

Punk

Punk

Not Punk

How to find me in a professional work environment. I'm the one making the popping sounds with my mouth and farting sounds by squeezing my hands together. That's me. Mr Business-type. Bring your clients by my desk to visit.