Blah, haven’t been blogging as much lately because I’ve been dealing with regular headaches all this week. Although it’s not clear whether changes in the weather really cause headaches, it’s been raining all week long, and my headaches have coincided with the rain. I don’t get headaches all that often, and usually not for more than an hour or two, but lately they’ve been pretty constant. Fortunately they haven’t been extremely painful, but I feel pretty sapped of energy and irritable.
Weather reports say that we’re due to have another 2 weeks of thunderstorms and low barometric pressure. Pass the Tylenol =(…
I guess there’s some kinda of company-wide bowling day that gets organized every year, and people in my department were trying to get me to go to it (I declined). Not because I’m so cool or anything; rather, if there are enough people from our department that sign up, we can just bowl against each other and not against the other departments. My sources tell me that the department I’m in is especially pathetic at bowling. So out of all the departments, which one is the Kingpin, the Lord of the Lanes, the one that Strikes terror in all other departments? Why, HR of course…
My friends tell me my puns aren’t funny, but I know they’re just lying.
A couple of days ago, while I was innocently sitting in my chair watching anime on my computer, I felt a sharp pain near the back of my neck. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but the next day, two painful itchy bumps appeared where the pain had been. I’m not sure what bit me, and the bumps have not gone away yet. The only logical explanation is… vampires. Colonial vampires.
Speaking of bloodsucking parasites, the other day I was pondering what it must be like to be a member of the paparazzi. Yesterday, one of my coworkers was behind Colin Farrell while in line at Target (he’s in the area, shooting a movie about Jamestown I think), and this news caused quite a stir at the office. People were asking all kinds of details about him, and even I was curious about what it would be like to be in close proximity to someone famous. It got me to thinking about paparazzi. Do paparazzi get a special thrill out of taking embarrassing pictures of celebrities? If I was paparazzi, would I get a secret thrill from getting a shot of a celebrity all boozed up, or looking really crappy in the morning?
And for those who are interested, I hear he paid in cash, in small bills. Apparently no one saw what was in the bag, but we surmise that it was something embarrassing. Someone suggested that perhaps he was buying feminine hygiene products.
Over the weekend I caught that animated Disney film, Sinbad, on HBO. I didn’t have very high expectations, but nothing else was on. Plus my body suddenly got very heavy in the couch and I couldn’t get up. Anyway, it was much better than I expected. The only thing that bothered me was the extremely high level of innuendo in the movie. Aside from the tepid flirtation, Sinbad waxes eloquently about having swords pointed at his “pickle and eggs” and also narrowly avoiding having his eyes poked out by sharp male nipples. What in the world?!?!?!?!
And at the end of the day, he still stole his best friend’s fiancé! What kind of a happy ending is that?!
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