Iteractive Post Wrap-up

sigh.

It occured to me much much later that the five or so people who read this blog are probably far too smart to:

A: Publicly incriminate themselves

B: Assume I'm not a Fed

C: Abet my self-destructive need to please people

Alas.

In Retrospect I should have gotten the ball rolling with a question about the Oscars or some bullshit.

Speaking of which, I feel Finding Neverland was robbed. It clearly should have gotten Best Picture. I loved it! Admittedly this may have to do with the fact that when I'm drunk and trot out the Scottish accent (I can't control it I swear!), the accent I hear in my head is exactly the same as the one Johnny Depp used in this movie.

[I'd like to take this opportunity to once again apologize to the boy-yos of Arab Strap]

What does it mean?

Well I can only assume that I must be James Barrie reeincarnated...

that's logical, right?
el Jefe

[First Interactive Post - Reply accurately and often!]

This is a shout-out to the web-ahddicted, the librarian hot-shot, and the general tech-badass

Hello dear Reader. I have a problem.
I have created an Empire... A plush Utopia if you will...

and now due to being jacked with, it is FALLING!

You see in the past few months, I have created a little Itunes kingdom here at work. By abusing my privileges I have installed Itunes on several users computers. I like to think that I improve productivity by fueling users (only those who can handle it) with hot beats. In return they add their own music to my collection... Now Apples new restrictions are starting to crimp my freaking style. Suddenly only 5 people a day can listen to my amazing lists.. I'm like a head vampire that's suddenly told to stop producing minions...

WTF are you thinking?!!

I can't Stop!

So....

Does anyone know of a way to hack Itunes so it doesn't limit the number of unique connections per day to 5?

People are dying for my hot tunes

and I gots ta provide that shit
el Jefe

"Yeah Jefe, I think I might have a problem"

The Wolf seemed a bit nervous. He kept rubbing his hands on his pants and he seemed fidgety as we walked back to our adjoining cubes. When we arrived he walked right into my cube and looked in the box. Unfortunately it was empty.

He seemed a bit shocked and the casual, humorous facade of a minute ago vanished. The Wolf picked the box up, looked carefully in the cracks and crevices of its cheap paper construction and was disappointed.

Nothing. NO dice. Big GooseEgg.

"What the... You've got to be kidding me"

He looked at me, and I slowly shook my head.

Suddenly the box disappeared into a flurry of shredded cardboard. That got my attention. A moment of silence followed by an unexpected flash of violence, a unscripted display of uncool.

It would appear that:

A)I was out

and

2)The Wolf was already hurting.

As I coolly surveyed this loss of control it occured to me that the Wolf wasn't the only one in the building that would be missing his or her fix. It seemed that my attempt to create a fun atmosphere at work by sharing my wealth was going to blow up in my face unless I replenished... and that right soon.

"Easy Wolf"

"I'm alright, I'm alright"

He calmly walked towards his cube, he looked a bit shaky but altogther I think he was going to make it.

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Its actually a bit Ironic.

Why you ask?

Because reader, its like this.

They laughed.

Oh yes.

They laughed.

When I told people that I had bought individually wrapped mint toothpicks on the internet, They laughed.

When I told them I ordered said toothpicks late at night while drunk, They laughed.

When I told them I ordered eight boxes containing 500 individually wrapped mint toothpicks on the internet late one night while drunk, well... They laughed a lot..

But you know when the laughter stops?

When I don't haul in another box to replace the one they've emptied with their freaking toothpick habit.

No, now the laughter's been replace by a sad, accusing look.

Freaking Junkies...
el Jefe