Epic.

Tonight I downloaded Audio Hijack.

Tonight my life begins again.

Numb3rs

Today I have decided to memorize the number pad on my keyboard.  So I can touch-type numbers on checks all quick-like.  This will help me move like greased lightning throughout my data entry day.

And throughout whatever other data entry-specific soul killing jobs I may hold in the future.

See?  Lookin' out for my career!

Trislackathon 2010

Every year, Jeremy J. coordinates the Trislackathon. 
It rounds up friends from around Cali to compete in three events: Mini-Golf, Bowling, Trivia (...and drinking, but we don't get scored on our beverage consumption...otherwise we'd win). 
This year there was something like 40 of us competing. 

The Trislackathon has a different theme every year. 
2010 was 'Cult Films'.  If you aren't totally disorganized, your team dresses up.

Like Clockwork Orange did....

(They were asked by management to remove their codpieces for mini-golf)

and Reservoir Dogs did...

And Rocky Horror Picture Show did...

(Dylan is on Evil Dead- no boas for him)

And Big Lebowski did...

And Willy Wonka did...

Evil Dead didn't.

(Except for me and my skeleton shirt.)

Our team lost, as per usual.  We're such slackers that we don't really mind. 

We golfed:

We bowled:

We had beverages in between bowling turns:

We Trivia'd:

We sang birthday songs to J.B.:

It was fun.

Wellness Fair (MISNOMER!)

Let me tell you a tale.  A tale of almost-woe.  A tale of mostly slight discomfort (with a few minutes of actual 'pain').  This is a tale of the HW 'wellness fair'.  California educators and school staff are mandated to have a TB test every two years, and a Hepatitis B booster every five.  As a courtesy to employees- and a surefire way of making sure everyone complies to health code, our school offers a wellness fair.  It's an enticing deal- free vaccines of your choosing, free bloodwork, vision tests, BMI indexes, blood pressure and stroke screenings.  All the annoying little things that get billed directly to you in an actual doctor's office.

Unfortunately, the school hired a ragtag band of worker's comp screener nurses to administer everything.  These foolios couldn't do anything correctly.  My Hep A and B boosters were delivered subcutaneously (should be intramuscular- DUH), they flattened my TB bubble with a band-aid moments after injection (a BIG no-no, DUH), they didn't CHANGE GLOVES after each patient (didn't notice this until my turn was over, DOH), and the blood draw team admitted that 'yeah- its been a while since we did blood draws for anyone.'  One of the nurses was eating a bagel as he took blood from a coworker.  That's just wrong.

Surprisingly enough- I got a nasty reaction to my vaccines.  A giant quarter-size welt grew on my arm and I thought I was going to die.  In true Skrilla form, I decided to ignore the reaction and see if it went away by itself.  It didn't for a few days, and my arm got more inflamed and sore.  Dylan had the really good idea of drawing a circle around the welt as measurement of it either getting worse or better.  After I drew the circle, I kind of wanted it to get worse so I could make a big deal of my vaccination martyrdom around campus and get to miss work.

But now its going away.  And it itches like hell.  No work was missed.

The end.

Return of The Blaaarg

It has been a while since I last posted.  Coworkers are in meetings all day, and I have some quiet office time.  I love quiet office time.  I can work as fast as I want, finish early, and not have to pretend to be super-busy to avoid filing returned mail.

Anyway, London happened:

We saw Parliament Funkadelic

We stood in urine-stinking phone booths.

We wore stone hats.

We broke the law.

And then chose wisely in the Roman Bath gift store.

We got really excited by Manson House after seeing the Tate...

We chilled in da clurrrrb.

We displayed fondness for Twix.....

...and other strange confections.

We became low-grade alcoholics for 10 days.

Which was ok, because we ate so much curry that our livers were coated.

We rode on the second story of buses.

And in the backseat of tiny Citroens.

We stood in glass pods and took goofy pictures.

We stood in prestigious museums and took goofy pictures.

We stood outside of pubs and took goofy pictures

Basically, we're bros now.

I am already looking forward to the next adventure.

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Breaking News: I am hungover right now.  There will be no photographic accompaniment to that statement.