In preparation for some upcoming web projects I’ll be doing for work, I’ve been asked to teach myself how to shoot and edit video. Considering I am the world’s worst teacher AND the world’s worst student, this has been no small feat. I began my torrid romance with iMovie a scant eight hours ago, and this piddly nugget of pointlessness is all I have to show for it. This video is as lousy as it…
So last week sucked on toast and, consequently, I busted up into this week with some sort of deluded optimism, thinking it would be better just by virtue of being new. Hoo boy. Ain’t that cute? Granted, I have been more or less in better spirits overall, but it’s still been a fucking trying week, what with the project from hell going apeshit and imploding on me, requiring a from-the-ground-up rebuild, among other things. (Seriously,…
Some time this year (last year? the year before? hell, I don’t know; life is what happens when you’re blogging about your cats), they replaced the soap dispensers at work with the fancy kind that magically sense a dirty hand and noisily crank out sanitary foam for your handwashing pleasure. These machines — there are two per bathroom for optimum convenience!!! — have a mystical set of standards for occasions on which they will actually…
Overheard: Dude 1: Hey, did you hear Obama might be sponsoring a car for NASCAR? Dude 2: I guess that means he’s going to play the race car.
Holy hell, it got humid fast. I don’t care if “quickly” is preferred standard English grammar there or not. When you’re talking about humidity, you spit the words out and get it over with and then go back inside and take a bath in iced tea. Mmmm, iced tea. Anyway, I would like to sit and write and write about lots of different things, but my eyes are still dilated from the eye doctor this…
The teevee tells me that the weather’s gone all orange and pink and red. It’s disgusting, mixing those colors like that. About an hour ago I was driving north on Avalon, taking a right onto Madison, when I saw the biggest fucking lightning streak I have ever seen. It was so big because it was seemingly right in fucking front of me, and its union with whatever it struck created the loudest and sickest boom-snap-crackle-fizz…
[Scene: Walking through the courtyard into work, passing someone leaving the building.] Cheery co-worker: Hi, how are you?Me, smiling: Good, how are you?Cheery co-worker: Beautiful day!Me, smiling: You too!
• I woke up yesterday with a brand new grey hair. Funny thing is, I can probably pinpoint the exact moment it sprouted Thursday night. • Our office calendars use the Futurama credit-sequence font for the names of the months. This pleases me to an exceptional degree. • Speaking of calendars, I still don’t have one in the apartment for 2008. I’ve also decided that I need a datebook so I can write down appointments…
Because concepts you pitch that start out looking like this end up looking like this after he’s worked his magic. To say I have talent envy doesn’t even begin to cover it. Link love: Check out the newly redesigned Shelf Life blog, the book blog from the CA. Bonus link love: Shane’s blogging again!
Love it when you stay late at the office to get some work done on a special project and the one program you really need to work in totally craps out on you. Thanks, Fred*. *Yes, the name of the program really is Fred.
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