August 11, 2006

Change of venue

Jeez, I never thought there would come a time to crank this blog back up again. Ever since Cruella left, there hasn't been all that much to post about. But like they used to sing in that song by those hippie black dudes, "Time Has Come Today." (I still sing that one in the john -- the end part, at least.)

Now, don't get me wrong, I was getting pretty good play over on that BlueOregon thing, but it's gotten to be a little too "inside" over there, if you know what I mean. How many people are going to read your posts when they're surrounded by stuff like "BREAKING: Gordon Smith Isn't Flossing"? They get a lot of traffic, but I swear half of it is the guys in the club checking in to look at their own names.

And man, things are heating up. It's been crazy around the office the last couple of days. The whole terror thing's got everybody a little on edge. T. is having his office swept for bugs three times a day, and yesterday E. hit the panic button when the cleaning lady came in and pointed a spray bottle of Formula 409 at his terrarium.

I haven't seen much of D. lately. For a couple of weeks after he won the election, every time I saw him in the hall he'd have that stoned-out look he has and say, "Summer of love, man." Then he took off. They say somebody saw him on the bumper cars at Seaside, riding around by himself and scaring little kids.

Oh, man, look at the time. I've got to get on the damn bike and pedal in to the shop again. What a pain in the ass, literally -- but Wiener says it's worth 10,000 votes. He says I'm gonna need every one I can get when those photos come out of me shopping at Wal-Mart. Hey, I was on vacation, all right?

Posted by Randy at August 11, 2006 07:49 AM
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