There are cheese strings here at work, and they have riddles on them. I just got one that asks the question, "What do you call the big dipper in jail?"

I haven't opened it yet, but I'm SURE the answer will be sooooo much less funnier than it could be.

Because Marg really likes it (and since I do too), and said she thought of me when she saw it:

So things have actually happened to me. Chef Charlie's serving food here again; he stopped while in the process of moving his staff to Google's new buildings (aka Silicon Graphics' old buildings). So now they've got Jones Soda in the cafeteria. So I got one, and the bottle cap just would NOT come off. After many tries (and failures), Mihai (a co-worker - work with me here) finally got it open (I had already finished another one by this point, since the cap came right off) through some complicated method which I don't care to describe. Jones Soda puts fortunes taken from fortune cookies underneath their caps, and this one told me "Serious trouble will bypass you."

Although, I guess getting the cap off a bottle isn't terribly serious.

Something new:
WHAT I'M READING
Quicksilver, by Neal Stephenson
Boring for the first part, picked up when it stopped concerning itself with Daniel Waterhouse and turned its attention to Jack Shaftoe. Except Dr. Waterhouse has now made his return. I may wait for the paperbacks of the next two books in the series.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, vol. 2 by Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill
While the movie was garbage, the original comics are great. The same premise, that all works of fiction actually happened, but executed with style. This is also an adaptation of a classic work of science fiction.
IN THE PIPE
Masks of the Illuminati by Robert Anton Wilson
The Divine Comedy, by Dante Alighieri, translated by John Ciardi

So this is cool.

So I've been working for a month, as of today. That's crazy stuff. For those of you who are curious, I've gotten everything I needed to get. All that's left is the purchase of a new, ungodly powerful laptop, which I keep putting off. And isn't something I strictly need. Um. That's all I got. Hmm. I've got some rants written down on a piece of paper, from the plane ride and back from when I was watching VH1's best show ever, and basically nothing else. I'll post them post-laptop, post haste.

I ain't dead. But I gotta tell ya, if this weather keeps up, man... I could end up with a sun tan.

Okay, that's not fair. It was a torrential downpour today. For California. Meaning it was spitting.

Okay, here's my only point, after weeks of silence: Guess who runs Blogger?