crane, 747, bumblebee, time…

Things that fly.

H.G. Wells never had a 9 to 5 job.  If he did, he would have experienced time travel without resorting to Morlocks and the Eloi.  Oh… My… Gawd…  It’s July.  The first half of the my year has been a blur.  It was a flurry of work, work and work… and several non-work events scattered sparsely in between which I use as milestones (not in the life-changing, highlight in my E-true hollywood story sort of way, but in the literal “stones” placed on road curbs at mile-intervals sort of way) to chart the time.

Jesse: “You know what drives me crazy?  Its all these people talking about how great technology is, and how it saves all this time. But, what good is saved time, if nobody uses it? If it just turns into more busy work. I mean, you never hear somebody say, “Well, y’know, with, uh, the time I’ve saved by using my word processor, I’m gonna go to a Zen monastery and hang out.” I mean, you never hear that.”

Guilty, but in my defense… it’s in my job description.  Just to stress…  Oh… My… Gawd… It’s July.

 

 
whistle, Monica’s apartment (sans the rear closet), a germaphobe’s things, my room…

Things that are clean.

 
Last weekend, I finally found the time to actually clean my room (Just when you thought things won’t get any triter).  Not that it has been a pig sty since January, but stuff accumulates.  I found… an invitation for a wedding last March (that I forgot to go to), a tweezer (which I found with a mild puncture wound), a nine of hearts (49 down, 3 to go), and 63 pesos (and 35 centavos) in loose change.

 

 
Kung Fu Panda, Attack of the Show, Stephen Colbert, My blog…

Things that are blindingly awesome.

 
I learned a new word today:  smeg face.  I’m gonna use it on unsuspecting strangers tomorrow.