CRAZY PILLS

Yes! After suffering multiple rejections and seemingly endless days of searching, I have a job again! Woohoo! And yet, I am sad. My doggie will no longer have a constant companion. I miss my previous co-workers. I miss being retired. Well, good benefits and bad pay is better than having neither. I still live a long way from my job. Well, happy holidays to all. Especially my friends and family.

After today, one less cowboy will hang his hat at the lab. That's right our last day is upon us. No more cells no more solutions, final or otherwise. This calls for a celebration! We declare two days of partying. The first is for the last day of work. The second for a friends birthday. In between we must remember old Francis Crick who died on Thursday. Let's not forget Rosalind Franklin either. She got the short end of the stick on that deal. Oh well, so much ending so much to drink to. Should we find gainful employment in the not to distant future then another party will be forthcoming. Until then, Adieu.

I was at a barbecue and we were all hanging around outside. So, to keep the mosquitoes from my precious blood I put on some bug repellent. The label said that the product contains DEET. I didn't think anything of it until I got home. I was pretty tired and I laid down. The stupid dog jumps on the bed and licks my leg, just once. Then it starts shaking like crazy and can't coordinate any of its movements. Like it had been drinking the whole time I was gone. Well, this was pretty crazy. I don't really like the dog, but I didn't want it to suffer. So, I took a baseball bat and... just kidding, it got better. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. No really, the seizure thing was for real.

I got a parking ticket yesterday. You deserved it. I wouldn't care except that the parking office told me that the place where I parked was free. Nothing is free. So, I've been parking there and nothing happens until yesterday. Geez! I only have a week left at the job. You bum. What a way to usher me out. Here's your parking ticket, thank you and goodbye. I don't think they would say thank you. Guess I'll have to whyle out and go postal now. It's pretty much expected right... Right! Yeah, you better run, B!^(#. Sorry, I phase in and out of insanity. I swear it will happen again.

Forbes magazine had an article on marijuana and how big an export it is for Canada. Yes, our furry neighbors to the north are growing it by the moose-load. Since the mad cow scare and the drop off of beef exports, wacky tabacky is their second largest export. What's more crazy is the mark-up by the time the product hits the streets! We have decided that we are in the wrong business, eh. So off to Alberta, Quebec, Montreal, wherever, we shall go! By we I of course mean we. But don't tell my other personality about this. I can't wait to see the look on his face.

Well, here we are at work, again. Last weeks wedding was quite enjoyable aside from all the country music. Meeting old roommates is a touchy thing. Depending on what's going on in their lives, they may not be interested in the past at all. That was the case this time. Well, weddings are all about the moment and the future they represent. I guess reliving old times is best kept for a fishing trip or something like that. The money spent on going to the wedding will take some time to replenish. Oh well, at least we enjoyed trouncing around some caverns. Makes us feel even more insignificant when compared to the millions of years required to make something so beautiful. It only takes humans less than a blink of the geological eye to ruin it. Burn.

I got into work this morning and it was overrun by people. They are doing a science camp / baby sitting for a bunch of high school nerds who took their Saturday morning to pretend they are interested in science so that they can put this crap on their resume. What a bunch of faking pukes.

So I was just sitting here with a friend, who's social security number shall remain private, and we were analyzing the Bomba Acida lollipop. Does it have holes to create the effect of a bomb about to explode? Or, is that just a part of cheap manufacturing? Then I saw that it is made in Guadalajara Mexico. So now we know.

OK, so no one has expressed an interest in F.O.W.L. Perhaps we need to "up the stakes." Think about how much better your life would be with a personal assistant. They could get you coffee, pick up your dry-cleaning, drive you to work, do your work. Yes personal assistants are the wave of the future. As such, F.O.W.L. is now taking applications for personal assistants. We are seeking subservient-minded individuals with a passion for servitude. Oh yeah, and you have to be really, really, ridiculously good looking. Ambiturners only. A bachelor's degree in psychology or political science is a plus.

Hello peoples! Here I sit and here I wait. Same old shit on a different date. Nothing really important to do. Oh wait! I'll tie my shoes. Okay that's done, and once again, I sit and wait for time to end. Because time is a shadowy beast sneaking by and before you know it it's time to die. Don't take this too seriously my friends. When we can no longer laugh that is the real end.