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Pictures of our journey.

Here's the gist of it:

There was some ice.

Cody slept.

There were puppies.

And there was teabagging. (Sorry, Richard, kinda.)

All the pictures I took are available for viewing on a public Picasa Web Album. Go here to look at them. You may or may not need to be signed in with a (free) Google account for access.

Many much gratitude to Giz and especially Francis for accomodating us and playing host.

If any of you that went can remember anything at all about Sunday night, please enlighten me in the comment box. From what I can surmise it was the most eventful period of the trip, yet I seem to remember little to none of it.

Hooray, Northeast!

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us; and the flesh of Toonces was introduced to the worldly pleasure of Guitar Hero 2

Merry Christmas!

Before my trip home this weekend, I'd never played Guitar Hero, but apparently my brothers are known locally as demigods. Tom especially can shred like nobody's business. I, on the other hand, was content to jam out on 'Hard' to Message in a Bottle, over and over and over again. Long story short, I brought home an extra PS2 that my sister had, so as soon as I get a guitar, expect to see me never.

Today at work I am pulling a Richard; I have two 3 hour movies to watch.

Ah, the joy of the Christmas season.

P.S. Yup, that artwork's a Paint job, baby.

Do you see what I see?

I thought the week before Christmas was supposed to be a slack-off one, but apparently I was mistaken - real work is to be had, after all!

What do I do at work, exactly? Well, it's much too complicated for you simpletons to understand if I were to try and explain it, so I'll just give you a quick peek instead:


This is what I look at, 9 hours a day. Actually, our beloved Farva's fair face is usually covered up by one of the apps there in the taskbar. Other than that, though, this is it. I've always got at least three work-related programs running, in which I do probably 95% of all my work: Landmark's Aries, and MS Access and Excel. I guess Outlook is halfway work-related, as well.

And then there's Itunes. He deserves fully one half of the dual screen action, as you can see. I've usually got my Ipod feeding it, but as backup I've got several albums ripped onto my hard drive. (Did I mention I'm in fucking love with the v.7 jukebox art layout?)

So when I'm actually working, it's copious amounts of database manipulation and forecasting of wells. Nine times out of ten though, if you were to walk into my office, I would just be looking at stuff online, wishing it was pr0n.

Just like the rest of you corporate warriors, I'm sure.

We continue to win!

That's right, we are all winners in this game we call Life. Err, Time.

Many more of these to come.

Dumb

Rod Dreher and the Crunchy Cons excepted, why are the granola types always so eager to make themselves look like total retards?

Whole Foods bans sale of live lobsters.

Because a species that is less than an evolutionary hop, skip, and a jump away from its Cambrian ancestors deserves the same loving affection as, say, a newborn.