Misc.

I just stumbled across a news article that I found rather disturbing. You can view the page by clicking on this link. As a big proponent of sandals, this frightens me to no end. You have to ask yourself “Really… are my exposed toes safe anywhere today?” The answer is no. When you least expect it, a skinny guy could be hiding under you car… just waiting for the perfect opportunity to slither up and taste your toes. I think that the problem may lay in the fact that woman’s toes are becoming more desirable looking in this new age of pedicures and toe nail polish. Mark my words; 150 years ago we would have never had this problem. It could also be that 150 years ago they had better security on mental institutions, or just less crazy people all together. Either way, this is a perfect example of why I never wash my feet.

I have recently come to the conclusion that my affinity for sharp objects is only to my detriment. I say this in light of the fact that in the last week I have stabbed myself with a push pin… twice. I spend a portion of my day taking phone calls from people with computer related problems. While doing so, I often entertain myself by poking my desk with push pins. (I had to give up on ink pens due to the unprofessionalism associated with having ink all over your hands and face) After stabbing myself the first time and screaming “I’m an idiot!” in the office, I decided right then and there that I would…just be more careful. Well, not a day later what happens? I stab myself even harder. Since then I have decided to stick to my miniature Star Wars figurines set up under my monitors since they have nice round edges.

P.S. I’ll have to take a picture of my “Republic hanger being breached by CIS droids” play set some time and post it up.

To Whom It May Concern:

awesomeness x infinity = last weekend