Apparently in Florida, people are spinning to The Clap. I still don’t exactly understand what spinning is. But here’s the official site.
Today at work I diagnosed and solved the problem with the store computer. I even installed a new ethernet pci adapter thing-a-ma-jig-a-doo-daddy. I was the hero. They gave me a medal. There was a parade.
This is the medal:
This was the parade:
Seems the left side is supposed to be how you portray yourself and the right is how you really are. Not sure I understand it. Left side looks like I portray myself as having eaten more twinkies than my true self.
Following up on the theme from my last entry, I remembered I was also wondering why Katrina and The Waves haven’t tried to parlay the New Orleans disaster into a comeback. And along with the Tragically Hip song, Led Zeppelin’s “When The Levee Breaks” could have been put to use.
Maybe when they make the TV movie starring Michael Paré, Mia Sara and perhaps Peter DeLuisee they’ll have Katrina and The Waves could cover both songs.
Whoa! Michael Paré has a fanclub!
It’s kind of odd how Tragically Hip’s “New Orleans is Sinking” didn’t become a huge hit during the Katrina coverage. Or at least get overplayed in the background of footage.
Seems a certain young megalomaniac about town has been attempting to cheat on his underage american fiance by hitting on the new Navigator news editor via unsolicited and inappropriate emails requesting information on which areas of her body she shaves. Which I think we should print in the “Letters” column.
Longest Navigator weekend in a long time. Didn’t get to my car until 12:27. I will only say that I assume certain editorials will be written before sunday at 11:30pm next week. For I will not be merely throwing glares at the back of the person’s head as they type if it is not the case.
The creative writing department commissioned a t-shirt design from me which I delivered and they are excited about. Here it is. This will be printed with gold ink on black shirts.
Apparently I’m not supposed to hire people. Who knew?
The cat brought in another mouse. This one is dead.