Entries from April 2007

Monday, April 30th, 2007

Boing!

Spring is here! Finally I can schuck off this layer of skin that’s been battered by icy rains, slushy snows, and windy winds that didn’t bring a harsh winter, but a harshly long winter.
There’s something about Spring that I like way more than Fall. Lots of people I know will say “you’re crazy [...]

Friday, April 13th, 2007

Al Gore: Turd as This Blog: Hilarious

I would like to give a big middle-finger to Al Gore.
I suppose you want me to explain, in some entertaining fashion, why I don’t like Mr. Gore. Alright, fine, I will.
Aside from the fact that he is the most boring man alive and imposes his boring qualities on others (I mean, a [...]

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Tony Long is stupid. Signed, Andy.

Gmail is a pretty sweet tool and even sweeter are the text advertisements that come along with it. I’m blown away that I can be writing someone an email about Ultimate, music, or dogs in hilarious halloween costumes, and the advertisements that come up always seem to hit the mark…well not always, but when [...]

Wednesday, April 11th, 2007

Thank God you’re here dead.

I like Dave Foley as much as the next guy:

Not at all.
Kids in the Hall never made me laugh. Newsradio did, but not when Dave Foley was on screen, and I have to say that the idea of having Dave Foley as some sort of comedy judge on “Thank God You’re Here” is completely [...]

Friday, April 6th, 2007

Ask a stupid question. No really, ask it.

My job requires that I keep in contact with many clients. Sometimes one particular company can contain literally hundreds of people I need to talk to. In order to do this I will occassionally resort to email.
The emails I send are about two sentences long and read something like this:
Dear Person’s Name,
Just wondering [...]

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

The freight lift mafia.

A group of men exist under the guise of employment by my office building’s owners. They wear a uniform: a beige shirt almost as bland as I imagine their existence to be, and dark dickies. They are an everyman. They are Jacks-of-all trades. Sometimes they clean the bathrooms (and sometimes [...]

Monday, April 2nd, 2007

Get down with the syndrome.

There is a floor in my building that the elevator frequently stops on. It’s the fourth floor. The fourth floor isn’t unlike any other floor on my building; it blends right in. But the tenants on that floor, the people who always are leaving it or going to it, are typically [...]