What? You expected something better? Taste my mediocrity, world!
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I have to say, I enjoy the hell out of the @God_Damn_Batman Twitter feed. It doesn't fail to make me smile when I read it.
You spend your life fighting the spread of evil. Then you learn a Kardashian is pregnant.
— The Batman (@God_Damn_Batman) December1, 2011
So, Matt comes by my office this morning while I'm drinking my coffee. He tells a joke and out spits the coffee every which a way. I haven't done that in a while. I mean, it spewed all over me and my desk. Solid, Matt. Asshole! :)
How do I recover grace and dignity? Starbucks! Yes I am drinking my nonfat Mocha as I type this.
That's how you take a day that starts off less awesome and rediscovered its awesomeness. Sometimes, it just takes such a small thing to make a person smile. Today, that small thing is Starbucks Mocha. For some non-discriminating women, that small thing may be Matt's penis.
Extra credit to the first person who catches what I did. Best part is that I did this in a bookstore in Danville. I'm a lil' punk at heart...or so I've been told.
Cuz this image is full of win!
The raw belligerence of this particular XKCD appeals to me. Clearly, I'm just a dick. This made me think, "Hmm, do I know someone with a chin up bar I could borrow?"
A post-it doodle inspired by the day. :)
We drove through a LOT of backroads to find the place where my wife's dad's family reunion is being held. I parked and got out. Then I noticed what I was parked next to. I thought, "Hmm, I hope I don't stand out as much as my car does."
My hopes were dashed. Just saying.
If you don't know what Filemover or Lifeline are, don't be surprised. This is an inside joke.
This, too, has passed. Like all things doomed to die,
Filemover's hundred moving parts in a thousand pieces lie.
Tales be told and songs be sung,
The drum be beat and the bell be rung.
We have crushed Filemover and seen it driven before us,
Let the lamentations of its women be our cheerful chorus!
"It's dead! It's dead!", let them wail; let them moan.
The crops it now reaps are the seeds its incompetence hath sown.
For my part, I lift a cup in celebration of its fate,
And pray that Lifeline, its better son, ne'er warrants this much hate.
Behold the rise of the planet of the Therapods!
I'm bookmarking this guy, in case I ever have to hire another anything. He is SO the guy for the job. Period!
