Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Important Day

A thousand congratulations to my good buddy Don and his beloved wife America.

Today they brought a beautiful new baby girl into the world.

Two great people just became two great parents.

Best of luck to you.

Today's a good day to be born. I should know.

Days like this just kick Thanksgiving's butt so hard.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Black Friday

I love the ominous sound of that title. Capitalize that sucker. "Black Friday." I half expect a plague to wipe out several million people, while the stock market crashes, and we discover that Hitler never died and is invading Europe all over again. That would make a Black Friday.

Instead we get the death of Mr. Miyagi, crashing Xbox 360s, and people fighting over 27" televisions.

Black Friday is so-named, of course, because many businesses announce their first profitable numbers of the year today. Doesn't that seem crazy to anyone? If there was no Christmas buying-frenzy season, these businesses would be in the red year-round. Man, am I glad I'm not involved in Retail.

So work is silent as a grave today. Everyone's still home. Except me. Makes for a very quiet office. I'll wipe out some tickets, clean up the joint, and find some projects to get into trouble with.

Happy Black Friday to you.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Update?

Um. I guess nothing's really changed in the last week or so.

I'm feeling better, finally.

Work is really busy.

Got a pile of comics on Friday that I should write about.

Beat Half Life 2 over the weekend.

My daughter is hilarious.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Slow steps towards recovery

Well, I'm breathing and moving again. So that's a good sign.

Spent the weekend watching Lost, playing Dystopia, and slamming down Nyquil.

Which seems to have worked.

If you're on Dystopia, let me know. So I can perforate you with my minigun. Go ahead and put that stealth suit on, it won't help you.

Pwnage.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Under attack.

So my body is becoming infested with pathogens. This makes it hurt to talk, breath, and think.

All I'm good for right now is sitting still and doing very little with my brain. Which means I want to watch a film with guns and shooting in it.

I feel bad for my wife, who tries to make conversation with me. Poor lady is stuck all day trying to forge dialogue with a two-year-old whose favorite phrase right now is "Tickletickletickle!"

Wife asks fairly important question. I grunt in response. She asks for clarification. I grunt again, hoping that she realizes that that's all she's getting out of me.

I'm going to weave an impenetrable cocoon about myself and hibernate for a thousand years.

Goodbye.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Worthless Blog Post

Travelling tires me the heck out.

Seriously, I'm falling-over tired.

I've been slipping into a coma since 7 pm tonight.

That's tonight's worthless blog post.

Tomorrow: I'll write something about how I don't like my job, or how some company's policies offend me as a consumer. Or how I didn't like a movie I saw. Or how great some song is.

Or I may go completely off the wall and rant about my love affair with a random sports team.

I'm changing my name to Mike Smith, and I'm only wearing generic clothing from here on out.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Candy Magnet

So last night was my daughter's first go at full-fledged Trick-or-Treating. We figured she'd hit a few houses, get tired of it, and we'd head home.

Nothing doing.

After her second house, she was a unstoppable candy-generating machine. Her cuteness demanded pound after pound of chocolate from a helpless neighborhood.

"Aren't you just DARLING! Here you go!"

Resistance was futile. After a very short hour, my daughter was dragging a full bucket of candy behind her, struggling towards "one more door," squealing and giggling the whole time.

She is a monster. And she must be stopped.

There's no way I'm letting her eat all that candy by herself.

Time to teach the candy magnet a lesson about "Sharing."