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"Are you sure that the long-awaited follow-up to Paul Robertson's (in)famous grotesque/cute non-work-safe game-inspired animation, Pirate Baby's Cabana Battle Street Fight 2006, the equally grotesque, cute, non-work-safe, and glitteringly berserk Kings of Power 4 Billion %, is really done?"
All kidding aside, the music is amazing.
Things have reached a pitch such that I am nearly inclined to start sending out resumés. On Tuesday they promulgated a change in development planning that I'm pretty sure is mostly a deniable way of abandoning a big project that didn't work out. It is not so much the profligate waste of money and time but the institutionalized lying that stinks to me.
Cool thing that happened Monday; brought in some mis-addressed mail to the apartment complex office, where it came out that someone had already anxiously inquired about that very item.
And now, a brief dramatic presentation:
Me: I'm so lonely. I can't even think of anything to blog about. (sigh)
Hot-water line under sink: I will save you! (spritz)
Me: Oh no where is it coming from help help I can't see (bonk) ouch where's the flashlight rummage rummage oh there it is (spray) ew my glasses will this valve turn off oh yeah it does.
Hot-water line: You've been a wonderful audience, good night!
Me: OK, emergency over, commence bleating.
