Deus ex Machina: A Digital Bloodletting

Meh.  At work.  Decided to come in, but it’s kinda late in the day for a 50 mile trip, to work a few hours.  Metallica’s “Death Magnetic” is chirping away.  I have machines a fixin, and plenty of admin work.

Maybe we will get back to work now.

Get em’

I think after what my buddy pulled yesterday, that deserves a good turn.  I am still thinking of what kind of prank I should pull on him.  I want it to be epic, but not TOO epic.  You don’t pull all your aces out too early.

Right now, I am thinking of snapping a pic of him when he is not looking.  Some photochop magik, and viola.  A party flyer all over work.  He could use some company for the holidays.

Foot in mouth.

Wow. I just spent lunch with some co-workers having a nice meal. To say the least, I tend to have a very…”colorful” vocabulary when I am speaking. In person, I tend to describe things in a way, that paint quite the mental image. At one point, I fancied being a comedian. If nothing, semi-pro. I found that I had the ability to make people laugh, quite young.

In the essence of time ( I’m still “working”), I will make this brief.

We were talking about Tiger Woods. We also discussed his beautiful wife. I make the comment “She is definetly NOT genetically challenged”. From that, the conversation led to this:

“For the money he makes, he would be like: Honey…come wipe my ass. NO, use the Alpaca. You better blot that shit. DON’T CHAFFE…BLOT DAMNIT…BLOT!!!”

“Bring me my slippers…NO..the one’s lined with baby panda fetus. Do you KNOW how much baby panda fetus costs??? More than your house..”

“Hey you guys hungry? Want a bald eagle omelette?”

After all this, I was informed that our company whom I had never seen, was my buddies Pastor.

Nice.

Real nice.

#footinmouth

Hello world!

Well, here we go.  Step 2 Mod. I on the social networking experiment.

Yay!!11!Eleventy!!111!

Dark Corner

I’m trapped
by my ego, and my sin.

Lost without,
Lost within.

If I could just break this chain
And let you in.

Never mind that man behind the curtain.

He’s not even real?
Is he bone and flesh?
Or – cold and steel.

These snakes under my bed,
Do you really want to find them?

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