Tomorrow I cut my hair. My last night as a shaggy-haired weirdo. To commemorate the occasion, I took my ‘fro for one last jog around the neighborhood. I’ve grown fond of the way it clings to my face when I’m sweating, as if my face produces some sort of follicle adhesive. The way random strands playfully smack me in the eyeball when I’m driving ( Read more... )

Yesterday, a Sunday, was going to be a productive day. All Sundays start out that way. Knowing my tendencies to start with high hopes and get nothing accomplished, whittled it down to one prime objective that, even if I did nothing else but this task, the day would not be a waste ( Read more... )

I found out today that I will soon no longer be a lowly temp, but a full-fledged member of the PSS corporate slave culture. In exchange for all additional monetary compensation and benefits contained therein, I am required to cut my hair. I’ve been meaning to do so anyway, however it is annoying to be forced ( Read more... )

Though it's kind of old news by now, I too must weigh in on the wedding. I don't wanna sound like a wuss or nothin', but it was absolutely ADORABLE! Them two crazy kids, all looking at each other and giggling. I've already told them several times, but congratulations once again to Chris and Jenna ( Read more... )

I've had some proto-cold-like symptoms since Monday. You know, that icky viscous prelude before you get a full-on cold, except I have yet to get the actual sickness. My voice is fading fast, however. Not that I talk much anyway. But right now my voice sounds like Peter Frampton's guitar ( Read more... )

The weight of an entire corporation's mail was placed upon these shoulders on Friday. The mailroom/fileroom is staffed almost completely by temps. Mark, the guy who previously did the mail, left in a huff after the company didn't hire him on full-time after his 90-day probationary period (which would earn him benefits, vacation, etc.). I don't ( Read more... )

Before he was anybody, supposedly John Carpenter was a hot prospect out of film school. A studio who had seen a script of his called him up one day. They asked, "So, what's your next project?"

He had nothing in the works, no script, characters, story, nothing. He blurted out, "Babysitter murders."

A year later they released HalloweenCrazy, no ( Read more... )

I'm having a party at my house this Friday, starting at around late-evening-thirty.

SEE! Bill's house in a semi-clean state!
MEET! Bill's new roommate!
PLAY! Our foosball table!
WITNESS! The amazing electric cat litter box!
PARTAKE! In some alcoholic liquor!

Partake or be partook!

My new roommate just moved in. He's really cool, I think we're gonna get along great. Though I must confess I'm gonna miss whizzing with the door open ( Read more... )

Whew! The exact date was forgotten, but I think it was about a week ago that marked my one year anniversary of living in Florida. And what a year it’s been! The earth’s most recent rotation has been filled to the brim with excitement as I have ( Read more... )