Potpourri

Where to begin, where to begin. I've been pretty busy the last month or so and haven't had much time to write you, blog. Not that there's been much to say. But here are a few tidbits that have rattled around my noggin at random moments.

I started a new freelance gig a few weeks ago. It's pretty great and allows me to do things like leave my house for something other than work. In other words, paychecks are nice. This afternoon I will be purchasing my first new pair of shoes in several years. Also some new guitar strings. A website told me you should change them every couple weeks. I haven't put new ones on since I bought the guitar six months ago. So that'll be nice.

At my last job in DC, I had a phone meeting every day with the Los Angeles office. Since they didn't arrive at work until 10am west coast time, I usually didn't get to eat lunch until 2 o'clock. Whatever stale dregs were left to eat at the Giant supermarket or YourWay Cafe, I was forced to eat them. Things are slightly different now that I'm working a 7am-3pm freelancer shift. The local eateries are just barely open when I am ready for lunch at 11 o'clock. The staff are energetic and friendly, and the food is fresh. And there are very few lines to wait in. It's fantastic.

My only complaint about lunchtime is the bathroom break. I'd guess there are between one and two hundred people working in this office, and yet I've only discovered two stalls in which the men may shit. This is hardly acceptable. When I chow down on some chicken teriyaki and an egg roll from the Metra station food court, I expect to release some of that soon after. And I don't want to be running from floor to floor trying to keep the poop in my butt. It wants to leave. For all the faults that existed at Team, there was ample shit space. Eight seats on which you could take a crap, if memory serves me correctly. And there were usually magazines. In fact, pooping at my old office inspired me to subscribe to Esquire, a decision I am rather glad was made.


Unfortunately, now all I can think about is the bathroom at my old office. All the clever tidbits I was going to share with you have disappeared. Fear not, they will undoubtedly return some day. And there will be rejoicing. If these few paragraphs have not satiated you, maybe check out the blog of John McCain's running mate. She's got a lot to say.
http://sarahpalin.typepad.com/

Update (4:01 p.m.): This is 2008. What kind of shoe store only takes cash? I didn't realize Milwaukee Avenue was Dan's Cafe.

Large Hadron Rap

Suddenly I feel like finding my 11th-grade physics teacher and emailing him this video. Mr. Keller, please watch it and share it with all your nerds/students. And stop dripping caked saliva out of the side of your mouth, if you still do that.