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Frequently commentor, and 50 word fiction author, DrinkJack left his home today - setting off on a two week long road trip around various parts of the western US. He's going to be here in Seattle on the 4th and 5th and I have taken time off to go out and play with him. We are going to head into some mountains and trample foliage and throw rocks a the wildlife. No... I'm kidding. We'll "take only pictures" and "leave only footprints." Unless the wildlife pisses me off. Then they are getting a stone upside the furry little head. Little muther fuc... no, come on... I love animals. Seriously. They are great. Smooch! I kiss them.

We had a BBQ here at work today. I don't know why, exactly. We just do stuff like that on occasion. I had steak! They had steak! Louise was here, but not officially back at work. She's back officially on Tuesday. But she came in for lunch. I have missed her! There are things that can only be discussed with people who know how annoying other people can be, without ever even meeting them. You know? We all have our gifts.

I feel like I should post some kind of current event or something. Rustle up some political commentary after the president's speech. But I just don't have it in me. What's on my mind instead? Uhhh... Tessa called me a jerk at the BBQ and I think she's being difficult. Especially when I have no idea what jerky thing I was doing. Now she is shunning me. It's ok, tho. Because I have a meeting in a bit. It will be easy to shun me then, as I will be away from my desk. Also, you remember that song by Chumbawumba? "I Get Knocked Down." I heard it on the radio and it made me laugh, because when I first heard the song I thought he was saying "I get no tongue, but I get over it..." I thought it was about a man who gets no lovin'. I like it better that way.

Thank you, Thomas, for explaining the onsie-twosie concept to us. Generally I think of onsie twosie in terms of commercial printing. A onsie twosie being a small job with few copies. River, the onsie twosie dance was something I made up. It's not square, it's not polka, it's not swing... and it's not even remotely graceful. But when I do it, I look goooooood.