halloween heartmelt

Attended a rare and much anticipated Kings of Convenience show on Friday night after eight years of wishing and waiting. Worth it! How polite these 'gents were and how attentively they led the audience in their sing-alongs. They promised they'd come back soon, but I bet they say that to all the audiences.

This is Sparta!!

FEELING GOOD PEOPLE! Who fixed the high-capacity two-hole punch at work that everyone thought was broken? THIS BEAN DID. And I did it using the following items:

-paper clip
-pocket flashlight
-envelope opener
-corkscrew
-tape dispenser sans tape

I must admit that, in retrospect, the tape dispenser actually made the situation worse. But whatever mofos, I fixed that ish! I'm like a cross between MacGyver and Dilbert. I'm going to ride this high as long as I can. Or until someone breaks it again.

 
Totally embarrassed to post this song because (a) its melodramatic dubstep and (b) all of Lana Del Rey's other songs are awful, even when remixed. But whatever mofos, I fixed that ish!

get back

Nothing to say, except that I am very happy that there are people in this world who are able to create such beautiful sounds.

Oh, and they all live in Sweden.

mixed bag

Shackled to the The Man on an otherwise sunny Saturday, again. And we all know there is only one upside to being in a near empty office over the weekend: cartwheels down the hallway become socially acceptable. (If a bear does gymnastics in the woods, is he still judged on his form?) But then I pulled a muscle. Cue soundbite of deflating balloon.

NEW PHANTOGRAM!

thursday

Moving on is incredibly un-fun.

grumblies

You know those days when everyone is asking something from you and then each of those people does something wrong and comes back to you with more questions and you wonder, suddenly, if everyone you work with is incompetent, that it's a miracle they even make it into the office day after day unharmed, how the world is, in essence, run by these very blockheads, paramount decisions made every second by these weenies, and when they say "so sorry to keep bothering you" you want to scream "if you were really sorry you'd shut yer gaddamn traps you lousy mouth-breathers!" but instead you fake chuckle, wave a dismissive hand, and say "oh please, no worries!"?

Or even better, gas them with your smoke breath:

For the record: I work with a group of very bright individuals. I just happen to be impossibly impatient and downright Scroogey.

wiped out

Tons of great new music I've happened upon, but this week has been a knock-down-drag-out emotional tsunami, so the only thing I have to offer is this:

                                          Jimmy Falon as Neil Young covering Will Smith