Next time I'm squeezing until she stops breathing.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
In a dream I had last night, I was at a convention of some sort. It obviously had something to do with photography because everyone was watching slide shows of flickr photos.
When it came time for my slide show, there was an error, and then a screen popped up saying people had flagged my photos for being, "Very inappropriate and truly disgusting." Under the text bubble, a line read, "She's just like Brian Brown."
When it came time for my slide show, there was an error, and then a screen popped up saying people had flagged my photos for being, "Very inappropriate and truly disgusting." Under the text bubble, a line read, "She's just like Brian Brown."
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
My office mate, Erin, and I found out that two new d00ds will be joining us in our office. I don’t have to move my desk, but Erin will be losing some space. The guys moving in here won’t be corporate communications guys, which means they won’t have AP style guides on their desks. So things will be a little strange, but whatev.
Erin and I are wondering how we are going to communicate once the d00ds show up. We’ve talked about everything from herpes to the location of the holy grail, which is obviously sitting at the bottom of a European lake along with some nazi gold. We do have an inter-office IM service, but it’s kind of lame.
I think it’ll be awkward for a while, but once we let them in on a few of the office secrets – like where the good forks are located, and how there’s free bottled water under the stairs, and who has the best available desk candy, they’ll come to trust us.
I forecast that we’ll all be joking around about STDs in between writing news releases and counting nazi gold within a week.
Erin and I are wondering how we are going to communicate once the d00ds show up. We’ve talked about everything from herpes to the location of the holy grail, which is obviously sitting at the bottom of a European lake along with some nazi gold. We do have an inter-office IM service, but it’s kind of lame.
I think it’ll be awkward for a while, but once we let them in on a few of the office secrets – like where the good forks are located, and how there’s free bottled water under the stairs, and who has the best available desk candy, they’ll come to trust us.
I forecast that we’ll all be joking around about STDs in between writing news releases and counting nazi gold within a week.
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