Random Access

Wednesday – 20 February 2008
Midweek already. Where does the time go?

Little Miss Bit is two-weeks-old today.

Quote of the Day (so far)
From yet another conversation with :

(10:02:56 AM) : The person sitting across from you wants to kill you.
(10:03:12 AM) : Are you sure…?
(10:03:17 AM) : I can’t see anyone.
(10:03:19 AM) : O.o
(10:03:26 AM) : I am sending these messages from the future.
(10:05:55) : But.. but… why ME?!
(10:11:54) : *checks to make sure that my name is not Sarah Connor*
(10:11:56) : In the future you become the leader of a group of super heros.
(10:12:56) : your mild mannere.. oh.. wait.. we don’t have any of those…. your co-worker becomes the leader of a group of super villains.
(10:13:08) : and since we know that evil always wins because “good” is dumb……
(10:13:38) : wait. you are dating a Sara. HMM.
(10:13:49) : perhaps it’s your kids! 😀
(10:13:51) : But, she’s a [last name], not a Connor.
(10:13:59) : Marty.
(10:14:14) : But, neither of us has a DeLorean.
(10:14:29) : Or a flux capaci…. Oh, crap.
(10:14:53) : ahh. now you begin to see the tangled and painful weave of the future as it is to play out.
(10:15:11) : Damn the Fates! *shakes fist at the sky*
(10:15:30) : I did not say this. I was never here. The spice must flow.

And now, back to the grind.

Tuesday – 12 February 2008
I just got back to the office from a semi-work-related field trip and picking up lunch. I set my lunch down to go ask Jason a question. As I did, “stealthily” walked over to my desk, as if to abscond with my sandwich. When I got back to my desk, my food was still where I left it. Then came the conversation:

Me: *stares at *
: I was going to take your lunch, but decided not to.
Me: Good, because I’d hate to have to beat you down.
: *picks up a small box cutter*
Me: “Your puny Earth weapons cannot harm me! Do you not know who I am!?!”
: But this is the preferred weapon of my people! *smirk*
Me: *speechless… and laughing*

This round goes to , but I’ll have my revenge…

BF, one of our QA managers, came over to IT to ask – who is currently out of the office – a question. He looked at ‘s desk (and empty chair), but kept walking closer. Granted, BF was on the phone, but it was pretty obvious that no one was there.

I watched this with amusement.

When BF turned around to walk away, I looked at him and said:

You know… walking closer to [his] desk isn’t going to make him magically appear.

BF looked at me and said:

Well, I can hope, can’t I?!