Charismatic Dog

Unfortunately only Amber and perhaps her senior year room-mate Andrea would be certain to get that reference, but I'm OK with that if you are.

I stayed up a bit too late last night and now I'm paying for it nicely at work today. I feel like the shit stupid birds keep dropping on my car.

But the boss is out chillin at a good ol' Cabin fest along with the CEO and I imagine most of the upper management. Ahh yes, life can be nice to you and somebody else all in a big beautiful tapestry.

Slashdot is reporting that the interweb may go away tomorrow. If there's enough havoc that could be a headache for a lot of us doing the whole IT thing. I really wish both the US and the rest of humanity would sit down and have a beer or something already. This supposedly isn't just going to be random hax0rs but crazy ass extremists on a political bent. Sheesh!

I'm on a missing the band kick again. I think it happens whenever I'm really exhausted. I think about how happy I'd be if… Pretty silly really. I picked up and have started reading David Pogue's excellent GarageBand: The Missing Manual. I'm halfway into chapter 3 and feeling pretty good about the purchase. With luck I'll start demoing things this weekend… with luck….

I was going to go visit my sister out in Portland, but I feel like I should wait until I'm not broke before traveling. As it is I'm going to be one broke Panda until about a week from Friday… What can I say, I like goods and services a bit more than I should…

I was talking to Shawn and Megan a ways back. (I need to add her to the ol friends list) and proceeded to lose contact with them… I imagine I lost out to more “wedded bliss” which I'm sure is an image that neither you or I wanted, but still a better explanation than say… alien abduction.

I'm going out to dinner with Amber and her folks tonight (assuming I feel less crappy than I do right now) and then in to the studio for some organizin. I s'pose there are things I could be a-doin' right now so I'll pretend I know what they are and update this thing again later… and by later… well, if you read this (ir)regularly you know what that means…

Ooh ort eeh ah ah!

Ort not heh heh.

Yeah it's Friday the bad number and I'm seeing “the bad color” while sitting around the office just waiting for the clock to spin round. It's killing me. Let me tell you… Bleh! I'm road tripping it to Milwaukee for the weekend to help Amber's pal Danielle who Dan and John mayhaps remember from a past trip to Treasure Island. Anyhow it's now 4:52 which is so close to five that I need to say goodnight and goodevening and get this stinking laptop packed up and in my trunk. Toodles, or sumthin…

Behold Dan's future bride!

I feel bad but I think it's funny that the author of Katie.com (a book about a girl lured by a net pedophile) is none other than Katherine Tarbox. Shouldn't she have learned from her Uncle Jimmy? On a side note, apparently her publishers are jerks.