Angry Alien Productions does some cool animations called 30-Second Bunnies Theatre. Yeah, that’s right, bunnies. The latest is Alien, and now I have to watch all of the old ones – and buy some merchandise. I’m so lame.
Day: July 22, 2004
Six pounds and one ounce
At least that’s what I think my sister said. That would be the weight of Paige – my new neice. My sister Christine went into labor early this morning, and out pops a little girl only a few hours later. Quite a miracle, isn’t it? She’s my second neice – I also have 4 nephews. I guess it’s time for the girls to start making a comeback since this generation was hinting at male domination. We’ll see where it goes from here.
I will hopefully swing by and visit the new bundle of joy sometime this weekend. Unfortunately it’s right in the middle of our attempted evacuation of Hoboken. However, I have made it a habit to see the firstborns early on (although it took me something like a month before I got to meet Lucas). I’ll have to do some more paking tonight and try to get things ready for Sunday early. Which reminds me, if any of you are free on Sunday, there are rumors of a U-Haul truck showing up at my apartment and trying to load itself up with mine and Lisa’s possessions. If you are so inclined, we could certainly use some help in this endeavor. I’m more than willing to provide all participants with beer, and for those who don’t drink I’ll pour one out in your honor.
Solicitors – how do you spell that?
I get a lot of calls at my job. When you do tech support, you expect that. Only, tech support is just a small part of my job, and more than half of my calls are not even from inside the company. I spend so much time dealing with companies that want to sell me cheap toner, user training, copiers, phone systems, etc. It’s amazing that I get any work done at all. And the worst part about it – I can’t lie!
I know what you’re thinking – the same thing I scream at the TV everytime the computer scores against me. But I’m serious. I can bend the truth a little bit. I can talk circles around a question. I can do all sorts of potentially illegal activities. But ask me a direct question, and I’ll end up having to answer it if I can’t distract you. I realize that this confession is much like Superman admitting “Man does that kryptonite give me the heebee-jeebees.” But it’s not like I’ve got a whole bunch of evil archenemies out there looking for that weakness to defeat me. And if I do, you guys really suck if you haven’t gotten me yet. It’s not like you guys have much of a foe to combat. What’s my super power anyway? The ability to pretend that I’ve heard of any random band you mention? My lightspeed Guinness-drinking? Maybe it’s my irritating obsessive nature… anywho, where was I?
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