Cookie

I stroll around the office looking for Christmas goodies. Yesterday I snagged a snickerdoodle cookie. I've never heard of a snickerdoodle cookie before. It was okay. With a name like snickerdoodle I felt it should have been better. Still, it did afford me the opportunity to say snickerdoodle a lot.
Tomorrow is the office party. The choice to me is clear: get really drunk and throw up on some Vice Presidents shoes...or be bored. Decisions, decisions...

Lucky's

Yasuko was back in town so some of us went to Lucky's after work. It was nice to see Yasuko, who seemed in fine form (no Pedro hair). I had a few whiskey's. It was the usual mish mash of conversations that I was barely part of. One thing about Lucky's, they play music but the only thing you can hear is the bass line. If you are interested in listening to the bass line of any song that's ever been played, this is the place for you.

Another losing effort

"Concealed behind the tomfoolery there is a serious and ideologically based disapproval of the rampant culture industry and the globalization of gossip-column journalism. In other words, what is under fire is the triumph of superficiality..."

Joakim Garff on Kierkegaard's Writing Samples (circa 1845)

Yes, it does not make sense

Yesterday I show up at work and find they are doing some kind of filming in the conference room right off the lobby. The quandry of needing absolute silence while situated in the noisest place in the office is solved by putting up a huge sign saying "QUIET!" Well, my office is right there and I was having a nice conversation with Jonelle, the world's most overqualified receptionist slash editorial assistant, when out of the conference room pops the director, a smaller version of Martin Scorsese if you can imagine, who proceeds to yell at me "We are FILMING can you please be QUIET," which actually sounds reasonable enough in print, but it was the pretentious way he said that set my teeth on edge a little. The upshot was I gave him the long "fuck you" stare and we all went about our business. Later I went out for a few drinks with some people from work and learned a new word from some of the young women: titty-riffic. So, um, that made up for it.

Losers

For some reason I found myself watching 'The Biggest Loser' season finale the other night. There's something about watching fat people work out that's compelling. I mean, anyone else you see pumping iron and grimacing in pain you take kind of seriously, but a fat person? No respect. This is why I like fat people, they are such outcasts.