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Since we've merged, I've been

Since we've merged, I've been getting a lot of email from people in the other companies. Today, I've gotten like 15 "funny" emails. Trouble is, they're not funny. I've come to the conclusion we've merged with doofs. Albeit, Big 5 Caliber doofs.

 


 




She's in town. I know

She's in town. I know we could be friends if she would just return my calls. Hit me baby, one more time.

And no, I'm not going to the show.

 


 




It snowed a bunch over

It snowed a bunch over the last few days. Libby and I got up at 6:30 to shovel the driveway, but when we got out there, we skipped the shoveling and just made a snowman. I guess one advantage of a Jeep is that you don't have to shovel if it's good snowman snow.

 


 




Libs and I ran the

Libs and I ran the Arena 5k on Thanksgiving Day. I didn't win, so I'm thinking of giving-up running. I've just gotta find another sport where you get free long sleeve t-shirts.

 


 




My boss called me and

My boss called me and made fun of our website today. Pot, kettle, black. If he does it again, I think we all should go egg his house. In the meantime, I'm just going to "pretend" to work for a few weeks to get even.

Kottke this weekend. Get your tickets quick.

 


 




Last weekend, we went out

Last weekend, we went out and watched the meteor showers. It was really neat, we saw tons of 'em. I wish meteor showers happened during the day, though.

Thanks to everybody that showed up at my surprise birthday Twolves game, too. It was a lot of fun.

 


 




After 6 weeks of eating

After 6 weeks of eating lunch and dinner with the same guy, today we finally ran out of conversation. It happened at lunch. It was one of those surreal moments, like the husband looking at his wife of 15 years over the breakfast table and saying he wanted a divorce. I'm over it now, though, and we've agreed that it was just a phase.

I did not hear from Oprah.

 


 




Just like every other year,

Just like every other year, all the Halloween candy is gone except the Jolly Ranchers. For some reason, nobody ever eats them. Maybe, like me, people don't really like hard candy all that much. Or maybe people are jolly enough without the help of some 'rancher'.

I also read today that when the Taliban left Kabul, a bunch of guys shaved off their beards. People choose to shave when they don't have to? I'm growing one out to maintain universal beard entropy.

 


 




One more week down here

One more week down here in St. Louis. I can't see how I'm going to get all this work done in 5 days, but that's all the time that's left.

We gave up early on the Vikings yesterday and went and saw Amelie. You should to, it's a neat show.

Congrats to the Borly's.

 


 




Twolves: 4-0. I'm calling 50+

Twolves: 4-0. I'm calling 50+ wins this year. And Libby is right, Wally is a cutie.

 


 




Whew! STL to MSP -

Whew! STL to MSP - MSP to IAH - IAH to DFW - IAH to MSP - MSP to STL. That's some serious plane time. At least I got some Popeye's chicken to ease the pain.

Patel's wedding was a blast. I'm having trouble walking this morning because we did this dance for like 45 minutes where you hit sticks together and kind of jump around. I thought I was fine yesterday, but today my calves are super tight. Pictures should be up next weekend.

 


 




City Pages changed their website

City Pages changed their website and I don't much care for it. I had to search all over to find the articles -- which used to be right on the front page. Hey, at least it's still free, so I should stop complaining.

Patel's wedding is this weekend. I guess we'll be dancing with sweaty Indians or something. I say, "Can you do the Bogaloo?"

After staying in a hotel for a month, I'm hooked on HBO. They really do have some great shows. I'll probably end up signing-up when I finally get home.

 


 




Another thing happend I wanted

Another thing happend I wanted to share. Today at Bunge is some lady's birthday. One of the women here decided to hang-up some baloons and signs wishing her a happy birthday. Later, I saw one of the managers talking with the lady who hung the signs, telling her she shouldn't have done that.

She hung colorful signs on a grey wall in an office space full of grey cubes and grey chairs and grey desks and grey old people. She should get a bonus, not a bitch-out.