Nice to see you again.
I understand why many Americans don’t use the bus. I’m taking the 12 to the Flickr office and I’ve already heard about exotic tumors and witnessed an old homeless man hacking and coughing so badly that I thought his lung was gonna fly out and smack me in the face. Lovely.
So I sat down to do my taxes this evening, after days, weeks, even months of procrastinating. I got through my basic info, W-2, panicked that I didn’t have a 1099 form from my bank for the tiny, pathetic amount of interest I’d earned on my savings account, and had reached roughly 30% completion when I was foolish enough to click next…
“Come Back Later
We’re doing nightly maintenance right now. We apologize for any inconvenience.”
I don’t even have the words.
Ode to Isolation
As I sit on a baby bullet caltrain, weak coffee coating my throat and the suspicion, if not the reality of sticky seats plaguing my mind, I realize how grateful I am for you my little noise cancelling earphones. Were it not for you I’d be forced to listen to the screeches that must undoubtedly be emmenating from the twisted and contorted face that is yelling into a phone just meters in front of me. Instead The Hidden Cameras are holding a gig and dancing a jig in my tired and confused skull, just for me, all private and stuff. So here’s to you my now waxy little friends, I owe you one.
Air Con
The air conditioning in my office has delusions of grandeur and is attempting to become a cryogenic storage facility. This I don’t like.
I've got some serious issues...
