The subtle art of fucking off

[trufflesfl]

I have about three articles I need to write today for work and my writing “skillz” are just not showing their face today. So instead of trying to grasp desperately for the right words, I figured I would just journal a bit and hope it blows off the dust

Comments

[maxmatahari]

BOY am I right there with you in the whole rudderless boat thing. Now I'm continuing the well practiced art of looking busy.

You should tell your co-worker that "convoluted" means "covered with horse sperm". With a totally straight face.

[careena]

You're telling me. Yesterday, at my desk, I taught myself how to play Microsoft "Freecell" and fucked with it for half an hour until I won. Now pay me.

[maxmatahari]

It was 'minesweeper' for me. I just wish I could figure out a way to play San Andreas or Battlefront at the office...

[trufflesfl]

yet another opportunity missed... next time... next time.

[gonzonia]

I'm just trying to figure out how a Viola fits into all this.

[careena]

She's obviously referring to Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Now let's write essays about it. On the clock.

[trufflesfl]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I LOVE the new ICON!!!!!

[careena]

Thanks ever so. One of these days I'll slide the envelope right off the desk.

[careena]

I'll betcha the co-worker who has trouble defining common four syllable words is also one of the co-workers with 'tard-o politics.

[spprs]

I think Carlo put it best at Neil's party: "It's the time of the year when we all make up a bunch of bullshit rules."

Try this: take your Paul Weller outside (you did bring earphones, right?). Play "Shadow of the Sun" and smoke a cigarette. Go back inside, ignore everyone, write your stupid articles and be done with it.

[trufflesfl]

I listened to it twice. Much better. Thank you.

You were in my dream last night. I was following you around a grocery store in my pajamas crying and you were talking to a very attractive girl and saying, "Don't pay any attention to her, we need oranges."

Thougths?

[spprs]

Hmm.... Usually, my appearances in dreams make little sense, but you seem to know me pretty well. Those are all things I've done many times, but not simultaneously. Though, for some reason, I imagine the attractive girl crying and me saying to you, "Don't pay any attention to her, we need oranges." And strangely, that seems like a quote that I would definitely say. We do always need oranges.

Beyond that, not sure. I'll have to zen on it.

So... what'd the attractive girl look like?

[maxmatahari]

(..not with a horse, that's irrelevant...)

PS, I posted that Wink thread we were talking about. Go, man, go.