Posting to remain sparse... it comes to my attention that I may be at risk by posting certain things I've been posting lately...
The spies are after me.
If you never hear from me again, go to the media.
Well that was the worst domestic rail travel experience I’ve ever had.
Must. Sleep.
More when I’m awake.
I have played golf three times in the last three weeks.
I don't know how to feel about this. More on this subject tomorrow.
Once in a lifetime... someone arrived at this little site by searching for "Jessica Lynch Tits Flash" on, of all places, foxnews.com. I hope they weren't disappointed.
Walking through the temporary office space today I raised my hand to give a coworker walking past a high-five. I like to give high-fives at work. They're satisfying, you know you're there and have the ability to interact not only with a machine but also with people. Nothing drastic, not too dramatic, just raise your hand to meet mine with a satisfying smacking sound. It's fun; people look at me quizzically and generally smile. You'd be surprised at the different variety of people who have responded positively, even enthusiastically, to the high five.
This coworker (well a recent coworker now elevated to a sort of boss), however, looked at me as if my hand were a mackerel that somehow magically appeared from the ether.
Reading the confused look on this person's face I said, "What's going on? Hello, high five?"
To which I received the following reply: "I know what it was; I didn't think it was appropriate."
We're in a warehouse, sitting in cubicles, in Asstown New Jersey. "Not appropriate?"
Shoot me.
"Nobody fucks with the Jesus."
Just wanted to throw that out there...
I'm heading to Charleston, SC this weekend for my cousin's college graduation. Up until this point I have made my hotel reservations by week by week, heading back to DC on Friday afternoon and the back here on Monday morning. Today that ended. This morning I reserved my hotel room from next Monday until the second week in July.
Wish me luck, this is going to be interesting...
The scene: I'm with my friend Kelley heading out to have dinner and some drinks at the Reef in Adams Morgan on Friday evening. The bouncer asks for my ID, I give it to him.
Me: It's me.Bouncer: (scrutinizing my license) Mhmmmm...
Me: I just got a haircut.
Bouncer: (handing back the ID and waving me past) Yeah buddy, it looks like you got a permanent haircut.
Kelley chuckles quietly as we walk past. The bouncer laughs as well.
Halfway up the stairs, I get his joke.
Me: Very funny, jackass.
Two hours later: I've left to grab a pack of smokes and am standing in front of the same bouncer.
Me: No hairline comments this time, chief.Bouncer: What? Look I'm in the same boat, in a couple of years mine'll be as bad as yours.
Me: Funny.
For those keeping score, Bouncer: 2, Chris: 0