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What should I write about?

Making fun of Canadians? Nah, too easy.

Work has really been keeping me busy lately.

So many unanswered IM's and emails. So many blog posts to write as well. Sure, it's good to be busy again, but I usually get home from work and crash on the sofa before The West Wing is even over. WTF? Do I need to start drinking coffee with dinner too?

Technolust

I was finally overcome by techno-lust at the Apple Store this weekend.

It all started when I got my final unemployment checks in the mail on Saturday. I have been going round and round with the Washington State Employment Security Department over a few hundred dollars in UI money that they owe me. Well, the money finally showed up almost a fucking month after I started my new job. You really don't want to get me started on a rant about those asstards. So I really didn't need the money to pay bills, so I said "wtf, let's go replace the stolen iPod." My roommate needed to replace hers as well, as she left it on an airplane recently. We hopped on the streetcar and a few minutes later we were walking amongst all the cool gadgetry that fills the SF Apple Store I had gone in with the full intention of getting the 20 gig model and not spending a dime over $300 (my employer gets a corporate partnership discount on Apple stuff, so the 20 GB iPod is only $270). But then I started thinking, which is always trouble, especially when it comes to me buying tech stuff... I want to use the iPod as a drive to not only store music, but to carry around my personal files and and applications as well as an emergency bootable OS X partition, so I'm really going to need more than the 17.5 gigs or however much space a formatted 20 gig iPod would give me. After a few minutes of debating in my head, I settled on the 40 gig model. I figure I can use the extra storage space for porn or something.

Some dickhead stole our recycle can yesterday.

I took the trash, recycling, and compost cans out to the curb monday night for Tuesday pickup, like normal. And of course around midnight, the homeless people came down the street picking through to get glass bottles and cans, again, like normal. But when I went out Tuesday morning to pull the cans back into the garage, the blue recycle bin was missing. wtf? Who would steal my recycle can? Why would you do that? Isn't it kind of obvious that something's amiss if you are walking down the street with a big blue fucking 40 gallon recycle can on wheels? I just don't get it. To whomever has it, I hope you enjoy it, asslick. You get a nice almost-new container for your recyclables, and I get to pay the trash company for a replacement.

Panties

Girls, you know we can see your panties, right? Like in the office and shit.

1. You are aware of this, yes?
2. It doesn't bother you?

Just wondering because lately I've been noticing a lot of panties hangning out all over the place: at work, walking down the street, on the train, at the grocery store, etc. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.