Okay. Somebody explain this shit to me, because I'm fucking confused.

Why the fuck would you fill a Purex detergent container with Tide?

Okay, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but it makes no sense whatsoever. We're dealing with principle here, and it's not like the Tide container pisses on the carpet and takes dumps in the dishwater. Nor does the Purex container sing and dance Irish jigs and magically pour itself. The Purex container has no special qualities or properties to recommend it over the Tide container, so there's no reason not to simply throw away or recycle the Purex container and pour the Tide from the container it fucking came in to begin with.

SO WHY DO IT?!?!?!? (more...)

Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #39 is now online. Enjoy!

And I swear I already had this finished and scheduled for tonight's posting, but it's interesting that it's fairly relevant to TAB's Wednesday blog entry, or at least certain parts of the discussion that followed in his comments section. Very interesting indeed!

And The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is opening this weekend, yes? I've got no desire to see it right off the bat -- I bought the book(s) back when I was still working at the bookstore, so I'd like to read them before watching it -- but I am kind of curious to see Mos Def in action. Oh, I know next to nothing about the guy, but people used to tell me fairly regularly that I looked just like him (!!!), and since I don't get the resemblance in the stills I've seen on the web I'd like to see if maybe certain mannerisms or twitches account for the apparent similarity. Or maybe people are just crazy.

Speaking of movies, I did get around to seeing Sin City last Sunday, but I'll write about that later. I also got to attend the better part of the tribute assembly for the Dean of College Life Services after all, about which I'll probably also post a few observations in the near future. And finally, I'm planning on doing something related to the "10 things I love about myself" meme that's making the blog rounds, so look for that too. And, of course, more Scary-Crayon content is always headed your way.

And that's all for now. Must get to bed -- I'm totally fagged out and have to be awake in like four hours. G'night, minna-san.

The Dean of College Life is retiring in another month, so most of the staff is in the auditorium for his farewell reception. Again, I sit alone in the office, holding down the fort while the others delight and eat their fill and whatnot. It's fitting, though -- I'm just a temp here; they're the ones who've worked with him for years and should be the ones to see him off.

For lunch at my desk today, I had a peanut butter and pickle relish with cheese sandwich. Mmm.

I'm fucking exhausted.

I'm in the office alone right now because everyone else is learning about HipHop culture in the auditorium next door. Admittedly, I am the slightest bit interested in checking it out, but I can't leave! I mean, someone has to be here. And apparently that someone is me.

At least it's quiet.

So during my comparatively tranquil work day today, I had the peace of mind to turn my thoughts to other things -- and it was during just such a moment of unclouded thinking that I realized that one of my co-workers is quite beautiful. Her head is topped off with shining black hair, her face is bright and attractive, with large eyes and a smile to melt the coldest of hearts (and she is almost always smiling), and her body is absolutely perfect. She has a slender figure, just out of the range of being too slender -- in addition to the slight thickness of her arms, minimal curves on the Z-axis put her over -- and when she moves, she doesn't float or glide like a nymph or skip airily about like a mere wisp of a girl would, but she goes through the motions like a creature of flesh and blood, like something subject to the simplified laws of a high school Physics course in which air resistance is typically negated. (more...)