How am I supposed to work when there is a large bagpipe band playing at the bar underneath me? This is when you start thinking having an office on 6th street isn’t such a great idea. That and the freakin’ SXSW hipsters. Oh, they are so hip. They are so much hipper than you and they aren’t afraid to show it. They’ve got their swag and they’re being so freaking ironic. I saw a boy with a Backstreet Boys backpack. No lie! Not to imply that the backpack was swag, I think it was his own personal ironic statement. I’ve seen three girls with my haircut, but hipper. I thought my haircut was hip. And unbelieveably they both had my haircolor, but somehow that was hipper too. Damn i hate you little hip bitches (boys too). Damn you and the black plastic-rimmed bespectacled horse you rode in on. I bet your horse has a radio that gets new music five minutes before my horse. And you aren’t at work while I am. Damn you!
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Jeff
2004-03-18T09:19:45.000Z
> Damn you and the black plastic-rimmed bespectacled horse you rode in on. Ah, here you’re refering to “hipsters” when what you really meant to say was “whiny bitch-ass little emo cocksucker.” Quite an easy mistake to make, and perectly understandable. With any luck, both hipsters and whiny emo fucks will wander a bit too far east of I-35 sometime this weekend, and nature will take its course.
As I discovered after I stabbed myself in the forearm, just below the wrist this morning. Ow! It’s a bleeder. I hope that thing isn’t contaminated, because it went in at least an eighth of an inch, maybe a quarter. This is what I get for breaking down boxes because I can’t do my real job because I am waiting on others. Damn letter openers and damn others!
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Tara
2004-03-11T16:37:15.000Z
You might want to invest in a small box cutter if you are going to continue to need to break down boxes. A while back I got a small (2 inch or so) box cutter from Office Depot. It works really well.
I have been working all afternoon on something that is very hard to wrap my head around and very frustrating and requires a lot of concentration. And this asshole decided at 5pm that he was going to stand on the corner of Brazos and 6th (at least that’s where I assume he’s standing. He’s just a disembodied asshole voice right now), and preach through a megaphone. How is this legal? Where are the cops? There are always 3 cajillion cops just standing around 6th street, but now when there is someone who needs arresting, they’re nowhere to be seen. So I really want to kill this guy right now, because he has completely broken my concentration and I can’t do what I’m supposed to do! Way to spread Jesus’ message, fucker!
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your father
2004-03-07T21:02:04.000Z
He has every right too just as any pinko Marxist-Leninst has to espouse his doctrine. Since I identify more with the former than the latter- I think you are just a little too up tight with your cosmospolitan surroundings. You are welcome at any time to come visit your right wing religious fanatic father and tolerant mother. Did you guys have a nice weekend?
Now that there is nothing but text on the front page, it is more apparent than ever that we need a logo! Anybody who is a talented graphic artist, would you like to volunteer?
It still made me tear up. Howard Dean dropped out of the race. What happened? It wasn’t a silly scream that he let out one night in frustration and excitement. I think it was a coordinated effort by the “Old Guard” Democrats to discredit him. Well, congratulations, you won. I still think Howard Dean changed things for the better and forced the candidates to be more liberal than they might have been without him, but it wasn’t his year. I’m sure Kerry will be just fine, but he certainly doesn’t stir a “fire in my belly”. Let’s hope he can do what needs to be done without selling out, and most importantly, BEAT BUSH! I see a Kerry/Edwards ticket that I think could do some damage. So I can officially change my support, sigh. Out with DEAN in with GO KERRY!
Anyway, I think they are so far. This is my third full day in it, and once I got all the doo-hickey’s adjusted correctly, my back doesn’t hurt, my shoulders don’t hurt, my neck doesn’t hurt. And it never feels hot. It always feels nice and cool. Ah, it’s so much nicer than those stinky polyester chairs I’ve always sat on. Now if I only had a decent desk. I have to sit at a totally bizarre angle and have my chair arms angled all the way in to type. But it’s not that bad. And did I mention that my old company IS going to pay me for all my vacation? Whoo-hoo! Credit card paydown here we come! I’m sleepy.
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Brett
2004-02-17T03:36:51.000Z
Aeron chairs rock the casbah! I’ve had the same Aeron chair for 3 years at work and love it. Now I need one for home…
Even in purses, apparently! As I was walking to work this morning, at the corner of 6th and Brazos there was an elderly, very well dressed African-American woman who was holding her purse up to her hear like it was a cell phone. She appeared to be deep in conversation. I’m serious, she looked completely well-to-do and upstanding except for the fact that she thought her phone was a purse. It was really quite amusing.
We had our tech last night and it’s looking good. We’ll be 2nd in the lineup Friday night, so make your reservations and get their early. These guys are going to make me look good!
Dude, half days when you’re going on vacation are the worst. I sooooo want to do nothing except stare into space and drool. Or read my book which is like crack. Luckily I didn’t bring it with me or I would probably be hiding in the bathroom, feigning stomach problems, so that I can continue to read about the most insane Augusten Burroughs and the Finch family. As soon as I finish, “Running with Scissors” is going up on the recommended books site with TWO gold stars. But then I will probably cry because I will be finished. Sigh. Oh, did I mention I’m going to New York City today? Oh, joy! Damn people who make you work on Christmas Eve. Damn them! There was no one on the road this morning. It was like a ghost town. Damn you, you evil Scrooge Taskmaster! Merry Christmas!
