Tuesday, February 25, 2003

With Haloscan offline again I

With Haloscan offline again I am thrown back on my own utterly onanistic tendencies - blogging for personal satisfaction, uncaring of the response I receive.  That’s probably healthy.  Sadly, I really haven’t had time to get good and bloggy today and I’ll be away from my desk all day tomorrow, enjoying the Mediation and Reconciliation process in glorious Glendale.  My constituency has laid this mantle of responsibility on my shoulders and, since we’re all working without contracts and haven’t gotten our health insurance updated as was promised to us by the zombie people, my teammates and I are going down to play some hardball.  Meantime, the onus of ordinary work has been heavy and repetitive.  In such circumstances, I think of strange little things and sometimes remember them later.  While I’m waiting for my phone calls to be returned, permit me to disgorge:

* The equivocal Beatles: “Shake it up, maybe - Twist and/or shout....”
* I’m not too concerned about getting my freak on.  I am, however, inordinately concerned about getting my freak off. 
* There’s a product on the market - one that I’m actually supposed to buy - called Liquid Gold.  Ah, those innocent byegone days.... they’d never be able to get that name past the stockholders now.
* Today I had the opportunity to learn that there’s a fellow practicing law in this state named “Richard Johnson, Esq.” Come on, mom and dad - what were you thinking?  This guy’s whole name is a euphemism! 

And finally, before I plunge myself back into the icy yet narcoleptic waters of my actual job duties, I will recall the big banner sign being displayed just off of Clement Street - “Oil Paintings and Man Made Frames”.  I’ve been wondering about this for a while now.  I think I know what oil paintings are, but when you pair them with “man made frames” I start to question my premise.  Are they distinguishing these paintings from the ones that come in naturally-occurring frames, wrested from the living earth?  Or is it that the paintings themselves aren’t man-made but are instead canvases pressed into cracks and fissures to capture the patterns created by actual untamed oil, reflecting nature’s own creative process?  Or is it - most likely of all - just more cheap crap to make your living room look like a tacky motel? 

Okay, one more and I’ll be done: maybe I’m late on the bandwagon but memepool is one hell of a way to diminish workplace productivity.  I’ll add it to my links list when I have a chance - meantime, don’t deny yourselves the little pleasures life has to offer… or some of the bigger ones, if you can get hold of them....