Plagued by Idiots
I worked with a guy who had that as his IM handle. I totally understand where he was coming from.
I'm punchy today. I think part of it is that I've been all serious for what seems like an eternity, and I just can't handle it any longer. Charging around with a juggernaut brow, as Elbow says, cramming commitments like cats in a sack. Too much! I must make light of the situation! 'course Becky would say that my juggernaut brow was just my carny genes at work. Ha! She married someone with carny genes! That'll show her!
I don't have many good stories to tell; all the best ones are classified. I'd have to kill you and such. But I am going to London in a few weeks -- going to give those Brits a taste of the Daver life. Or, more specifically, work a lot. The former sounds way better -- wonder if I can make that one of the deliverables for the trip: "tasting notes of The Daver Life". Or not.
I'm excited to go, though. Sometimes the best way to get stuff done is to just sit down face to face and hash through things. And I've never been to Europe, so maybe I can induce a jet-jag hallucination that I'm on vacation and be a hooligan at a Chelsea match or something.
Oh, wait. Season's done then. No hooliganism for me. Then again, that's probably for the best: I'm the least hooliganish person ever. I'd probably squeeze out an uninspired "Chelsea, uh, sucks and stuff!" before turning red-cheeked and hiding behind a security guard. Who would throw me out for being a pussy. "right-o, you're a bit of a wanker, then? Out you go!"
Okay, so no hoolies. Just work, maybe some pubs and museums and stuff. Hopefully it won't rain every day, and maybe, just maybe, I'll have some more interesting story to post here.
If not, I'll just be forced to make one up. And we wouldn't want that.
May 20th, 2009 - 16:20
Ask those wily Brits if “muff” means something other than vagina out there. And report back.
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