Dave's Trapper Keeper

Or you'll be logged in "by accident" by someone else.

That's what my brother did today with my MySpace account, because his computer wasn't working. My computer is free reign anyway. I don't have any gypsy porn on there or bestiality stuff to hide. So whatever.

I still am not going to be logging into MySpace as frequently as I did prior. I have 2 thesises to write. And every time I hear the word thesis, I think of the word feces. Does that make me immature? Or does this hat make me immature?



I went back to work today, and a few people there treated me like a person who was about to croak at any moment. That sympathetic look on their faces "You--you sure you're ok?".

The only reason they want to know that, is so they don't come in contact with what I had. Concern for my well being? I don't even have that for myself. Why would they? I'm not even complaining.

That's always a concern with the people at work.

"Am I going to get sick?"

They get out their little alcohol goop bottles, and lather away at even the smallest chance of a cold.

I enjoyed my two days home.

I read some books, watched some movies, and drank a lot of Sprite.

Which, by the way, isn't as bad as it tastes when you're not sick.

I'm going to try to post an update every hour, from work while inside my little cube. Wish me luck.

8:51 - I'm already thinking about what to do for lunch. I'm a fattie.

I came into work about an hour ago. After I had started my computer up, I went into the break room area and got myself a cup of water. After I get my water, I like to stop and stare into the vending machine. It's a different experience altogether when the lights are completely off in a room, and the only thing luminating the room is the vending machine. You really get to analyze it. It's almost like an art exhibit of foods I have eaten, and some that I will never try.

9:53 - In the hour since I last posted, I've started working on a spreadsheet for Contact Lens information. "BOooOooOOoring, Dave!" I go on my break in over an hour. I'll probably head to "Chumpies" real fast for a fountain soda. Chumpies, is Newtowns version of a Wawa. They're against these corporate entities, which I can respect, but they have a snootiness about being that way. Try being humble, please. It's an admirable quality. I've also been looking at booking a hotel in Atlantic City, for when Maegan comes back. Not so much for the Casino stuff. I'm not into losing large sums of money, but I can do with 2 days of funnel cake and amusement park kind of fun.

10:49 - Just as I was about to enter this next entry, my paycheck was dropped in front of me. Thank goodness for direct deposit, this company sucks with distribution of paychecks most of the time. Mainly due to the fact that they have an office in Jersey that sends up the checks. There have been a few occasions where Fed-Ex didn't ship on time, or paychecks got lost. I recommend direct deposit to all readers. Pro DD. I printed out a $10 coupon to Target that I got in my email. Don't know what I'm going to spend it on. Perhaps, bird seed? Break soon!!!

11:33 - I just got back from my break. I fountain soda. Much more so then the bottled product. I'm going to start my own product line inspired by the Garfield grafiti I made on Facebook. It's going to be called L L (LOVE out Loud! LOLLOLOLOLOL!!!) I can see it now! T-Shirts, Sweatpants with L <3 L on the ass, and other crap. I would be swimming in gold coins. The commercials will feature a raped version of a Beatles song, or some other band I love.

12:40 - Oh, iPod. You save me from the sounds of the radio in the cube next to mine. I will never forget you. I'm having my computer upgraded at work today. So I don't know how this will effect my renegade blog coverage, but I think I should be fine. The e-bay auction I was following for both of Joanna Newsom's vinyl records is up to 60 bucks. Damn. Well, I think I'll have to bow out. I go to lunch at 1:30, so I probably won't have a 1pm update. I'll talk about my lunch when I return. The text-to-speech robot "Microsoft Sam" saying "lolololol" is too funny. Give it a go in samples section: http://www.naturalreaders.com.

2:04 - I spent my half-hour at lunch, reading a Mike Nelson book, while dining on a few slices of pizza at Mama Fertelli's or whatever the place was called. For whatever reason, the half-hour doesn't seem like it's that long. You have to drive to destination--get food--drive back. A lot of time is eaten up right there, even if the place is right down the road. Regardless, two hours until I am out of here. The L<3L line will have its fashion show tonight at my house. Gizmo will be modeling the Spring collection, while I'll be displaying the Summer line. I've been doing countless amount of touch-and-goes this morning. I should have mentioned them earlier. This happens almost everyday. I dread the day, I actually do fall sleep at my desk. It's bound to happen.



2:48 - One more hour to go. I recently was in the mail-room, where a co-worker of mine, Nick, was raving about the movie "300". Said it was one of the best movies he'd ever seen. Really? I just rolled my eyes. Why does everyone ejaculate over that film? Just like everyone loves Tim Burton, even if he's only had one or two good films. They'll still say "Sweeny Todd is AWESOME!" "But, Bill, you didn't see it yet..." "Well, it's Tim Burton! It has to be great!". No one is infallible. If one of my favorite artists or creative people made a stinker, I'd be the first one to say "Yeah, they missed on that one." I hate blind loyalty to entertainers like that. Everybody poops. Current song on iPod "Sam's Town - The Killers"

3:57 - Well, looks like I'm headed out. I hope you enjoyed this look into the day of the life of Dave. Not that you learned anything from it, but I hope you took something from it. Maybe a new found love of timestamps. If I could do that for you, well, I did my job. Have a good weekend, readers.

Hanging above my bleep blops, is the new Flight of the Concords poster I ordered off of Amazon.com.

Yes, it was quite a random purchase. It was on the Amazon.com front page for only $1.39. Why not?

Threadless.com is having a $9.00 sale, on all of their t-shirts.

So of course, I had buy one before the sale ended. Everything I wanted was sold out, but I found one of their earlier shirts I was fond of.



I also purchased a flannel that I liked at Target today.

Jeez, I feel like Lucille Ball today. All these frivilous purchases I've made. Lucky for me, I'm not using Ricky Ricardo's credit card.


Found some ridiculous huge white headphones in my basement, and plugged them into my iPod. I wanted to hear how they compared to the ear-buds that society has grown accustom to. Ouch!!! Even at the lowest volume, my brain decided it was a good time to leave the house, and drive around the block a few times to get away from it all.

Here's a short that I've been working on:

The Netflix Boglin is going to be about a Boglin who signs up for Netflix, and the fun that ensues after. This is the intro. I've got a lot of the other shots done. Now it's just a matter of editing them all together.

My car ride song of the day:

Travis - Side

There's a line that I hear in advertising, be it by radio or television, that automatically triggers a kind of twitch that I should see a doctor about. I don't know why it annoys me as much as it does.

It's usually preceded by a long relaxing sigh of some sort, followed by this raspy wind down trying to sound sexy kind of voice.

The line?

"I could really get used to this."

FUCK YOU!

I could really get used to not hearing this anymore!

If getting used to laying on the beach, getting drinks served to you is what you strive for, then by all means!

Way to set the bar high.

Do you think the person serving you the drinks wants to get used to that?

Could you have your drinks served to you a litte closer to the current, please?