I am now holding the concept of “irony” as a hostage. I want four million dollars for its safe return. If you do not meet my demands in exactly one month, I will be forced to do insane amounts of damage to it. Trust me, you don’t want that.

Anyway, I’m off to work again. I wasted the pre-work hours talking about comics with Marq and accomplishing little. At least I got to talk about comics… Still… I hate my job.

Meanwhile, if I don’t get my new computer running after I get paid this week, I want someone to shoot me in the leg. For serious.

I have an appointment every Monday, so I walked downtown today only to find the place closed. I had forgotten that today is Natal Day, the birthday of Halifax. Which only confounds my day off. Then, I was unable to get in touch with Kip about that movie that we wanted to see, but it don’t matter anyhow, since I’ve been called in to work after all. Yeesh.

And speaking of Halifax, there’s been a story running through the paper about some kid who, given the choice of all these places he could go on vacation, chose Halifax. Now I’ve never been able to hold my interest very long in the articles, but from what I can tell there’s nothing especially newsworthy there. Some kid wanted to see Halifax. Is that really front page worthy? Are Haligonians so insecure about this corner of the world that this kid’s approval is the utmost compliment? It confuses and depresses me.

And now I have to go to work, so that’s a whole ‘nother layer of depressed.

Okay, it’s nine years in the future and you suddenly don’t have lungs. You’re still getting around fine without them, but people have started mocking you and it is, frankly, getting annoying. Finally some guy dressed like a pirate comes up to you claiming to have the power to return your missing organs. Unfortunately it turns out he thought you were some guy whose shipment of musical instruments had gone missing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, the future, she looks bleak.

Haiku!

Golden Explosives!
They’re the most expensive kind.
Worth every penny.

Today I was informed that I needn’t be at work until two hours later than I was expecting. Which kicks ass. I got to be all eat-with-Marq-and-Kip-y. Which is way better than being at work. Way better. But now I still have to get ready for work. Which is less pleasing.

In the grand tradition of sucking, I’m going to have to start going to work two hours earlier every day next week. I really don’t like my job, y’know.

Now, I really want to start writing stuff to prevent this site from being another mopey guy’s personal journal, but I guess I’m not going to do that today.

And as for my new computer, I still haven’t done anything more to try to get it together. I guess I should do that tomorrow or on the weekend, since I won’t have as much time next week and beyond…

Actually, I just killed a radio. And I didn’t quite kill it. Anyway, I had this little hand-held radio at work. Y’know, like a walkie talkie thing. Well, I dropped it into the machinery while it was running. The battery fell out on impact, so it was fine, but the rest of it got crushed under some wheels. And the rest of it still functions, though the liquid crystal display is all screwed up. All in all, I’d say I enjoyed crushing some company property. And that is that.

Also, I am going to make as many “Video Killed The Radio Star” references as I can for the duration of this month.