Another Day Closer to My Last Day Here

Last night, a wack of us went out to El Burrito Loco to celebrate f00dave's 35th birthday. He wore a big sombrero, and I couldn't help but think that hat would certainly cut out the horrid light at work for me. Now, if I could get a doctor's note, I'd be tempted to wear a huge, obnoxious hat: one big enough to block out the sun for the entire office. I'll be an eclipse.

Uh, yeah.

So anyway, we ate lots of Mexican food, of course, and I had a strawberry daquiri the size of my head. Afterwards, we went back home to watch f00's birthday present: Enter... Zombie King. It's the best Canadian-made Mexican wrestler zombie movie I've ever seen. I've seen it three times, now, which is pretty scary, when you think about it. Then again, I've also seen Jason X three times, and two of those were in the theatre. Sometimes I scare myself.

I want a kitten. Cat Gives Birth To Mouse-Like Kitten: I can't listen to audio from work. I'm skeptical the cat gave birth to that cute rodent baby. I think it slipped into the litter somehow. It's the Stuart Little of the feline world.

Hat On

Today is a "super casual" day at work. Not that I knew it, but other people apparently did. Several people--including supervisor types--are wearing ballcaps. Meanwhile, me, with my chronic daily migraine, have no hat, because I've been told I cannot wear one without a doctor's note.

This is ridiculous.

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In other news, I've booked rooms for Bruce Lee and Tom Jones today.

Got Meth?

Oh my. It doesn't end. I was just taken aside because the tshirt I'm wearing apparently made people think I was looking for drugs. Good thing I had a spare shirt in my locker, or I'd be sweltering in a wool sweater (or wearing an inside-out shirt, I guess. I wonder why I didn't think of that, earlier? Hmm...).

The tshirt in question is for The Crystal Method.

This is reminding me a bit of the time, years ago, when a supervisor had a conniption fit at me in front of a whole pile of workers and kids because she thought I was drinking alcohol on the job. If she'd cared to ask, anyone there would have told her it was just raspberry soda pop. In any case, I offered her some, which only increased her ire. She was a nasty piece of work, anyhow.

Link Dump, and a Surprise Ending

Auswahl von Arbeiten: I'd linked to some of these fantastical knitted thingermabobs a while back, but this gallery has even more to view. Before today, I'd never seen knitted leg braces or knitted dentures in a cup.

World's Top Tennis Stars at Burj al Arab: "In preparation for the Dubai Duty Free Men’s Open, tennis legend, Andre Agassi and the world No. 1, Roger Federer, couldn’t resist the temptation to have a friendly knock about on the world’s highest tennis court, the helipad of Burj Al Arab, the world’s most luxurious hotel." I get the spins just looking at the pictures. Yikes.

Zenra Ballet II: NSFW. "Ah the ballet... A wonderful performance art filled with culture and beauty." And bukkake.

ACM-R5 Amphibious Snake-Like Robot: "Powered by a lithium-ion battery, the ACM-R5 is a radio-controlled amphibious robot designed to move like its real world counterpart. It can slither or swim underwater for 30 minutes on a full charge."

Glaucoma Hymn: This broke my mind. I just don't understand how or why this came to be (thanks, warren_ellis).

7yr.old Revolutionary Poet Riles School: "7-year-old prodigy, Autum Ashante, unleashed a firestorm when she recited a poem she wrote comparing Christopher Columbus and Charles Darwin to "pirates" and "vampires" who robbed blacks of their identities and human rights." I don't necessarily agree with the kid, but I sure wish the people I worked with were this smart.

Bill Napoli is spelled A-S-S-H-A-T: Probably NSFW. Smart Bitches are trying to do to Bill Napoli what Dan Savage did to Rick Santorum.

Now THERE'S a couple that knows how to fight!: Guns, knives, and bombs were involved. "Espinosa told reporters he was glad his wife had suffered burns, while Contreras said she was only sorry she had not 'hacked off his manhood' during the fight."

Ancient Sex: NSFW, even though it's classical art. Sometimes, Greek urns are naughty, naughty things. "You..er...see here, there's some hanky-panky of sorts..and, uh, um...well, they really had a different religion from us."

And now for the news. It's official. I shall be moving to Kitchener next month. No more call centre for me! Woohoo!