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In the fron lobby of our building, they have a handy map. I never really took note of it until today, when I noticed the following:


The room that corresponds to the rather dirty looking pictogram is the gym. I don't know, but that looks like one hell of a work out.

Holy shit

Have I mentioned how fucking AWESOME this looks?

New digs

Today I was relocated to a new cube. While I've enjoyed being tucked away in relative seclusion, I did have to share my cube. Not any more.

Here's a shot of my former habitat. There was a bit of a buzz since my move was sudden this morning, and a lot of folks thought I had quit.
No such luck. Instead, I set up shop in the front of the office. While I'll be more exposed, there are a number of bonuses. First, it's my cube. No sharing. second, I'm getting a privacy screen to protect the sensitive information I spend all day manipulating. I suppose it'll also protect unwitting office drones from the occasional goatse or 2 girls 1 cup.
Double plus good: My snarky motivational poster is highly visible.
For those of you without super zoom glasses, it reads "Teamwork: A bunch of harmless flakes working together can unleash an avalanche of destruction."

Woohoo, Mr. Koch

Boston Beer Works is now the biggest US owned brewer of beer in America.


I salute you, good sir. And your delicious product.

Wall E

So today I took TKJr to see Wall E. Partly because I thought it would be fun to do something, just the two of us. And, partly because I really wanted to see it.

What a great movie. Most of the reviews I had read were right on the mark. Beautiful to look at, touching and lots of fun. The complaints over the depiction of humans: unmerited. I felt that humans were shown as victims themselves, and displayed an almost immediate desire to live as shown as the option was available.

I really, really enjoyed it. Pixar usually does a great job, and this is hands down their most stunning achievement. Go see it.

It's going to be a steamer!

I was just taking a peak at the 5 day forecast, and it don't look to good. 90's and humid mostly. Anything over 80and I'm way out of my comfort zone.

To make matters worse, the thing that is on my mind this week is... winter! Thinking about heating oil and wood burning stoves. It makes me sick that I need to buy oil now, before it's over the $6 per gallon mark this winter.

It's shit like this that makes good people go bad. Or whiney people whine more.

The delicate sound of thunder

Thanks to I-Mockery's post on the art of firecracker labels for the pic.

I'm sitting at the computer tonight listening to the sound of amateur ordinance all around us. Abington canceled their fireworks display, so I'm guessing we'll have more than the usual backyard pyrotechnics tonight.

As usual, I'm not overly inclined to stand and gawk, oohing and ahhing at the sparkles. Fireworks really don't do anything for me.

I do, however, ruminate about the poor pricks who live or have lived in war zones. For too many, the same sounds I ignore tonight would be the signal to get in the basement. Duck and cover. There's nothing festive about bullets and mortars, that's for sure.

I'm very pleased I live in a country that has not had a war on it's soil for many, many a year. It's not something I wish to experience. Barring the complete collapse of civilization ( a distinct possibility, mind you), I don't expect to have to suffer that in my lifetime. And for that, I am thankful.

So, happy birthday, America. For better or worse you shuffled off the oppression of Great Britain to claim your independence. So that you could go on to crush many more people and countries with that very same oppression. Well done, and thank you for keeping your killing out of my backyard.

I'm ready for my reach around

In order to help fill the state coffers, Massachusetts just put into effect an additional $1 per pack cigarette tax. So, add to the $4 a gallon of gas, now I have to spend $7 a day to feed my addiction.
Fuck you, Massachusetts. Sure, I'm the dumb pecker who continues to smoke despite the obvious health risk. I'm weak willed enough not to be able to easily conquer a minor addiction. But that's not the point. All I'm saying here is stop bleeding me dry, yo.

In other news, it took me two hours to get home today. Woohoo! The best part is I get to share the road with assholes like this: