Friday (coda)
The work day ended well.  No coworkers were harmed.  No road monkeys were harmed on the way out of Happy Valley.

I headed to Borders directly from work.  I worked on – and finished (for the most part) – the drawing I’ve been working on; this drawing was based on Jim Croce’s You Don’t Mess Around with Jim.  I’m mostly happy with it, but I still want to do some work on the rightmost picture.  Shading mostly.  But, it’s done for now.  And I can move on to the next drawing… if only I had a lyric in mind to work with.  I also realized that I don’t think I posted a link to the last drawing: It was based on Barenaked Ladies’ When I Fall.

The rest of the Clitorati showed up a little while later.  And hilarity ensued.  As usual.  A former coworker, from the REC, joined us tonight.  And, we had a special surprise guest: .  It’s kind of funny: The original groundwork for Clitorati came from the Friday nights that she and I would spend drawing.  Okay… let me amend that: She would draw and she would coach me in developing my drawing skills.  That was… about six years ago.  Then, we started inviting people to come join us and hang out.  And they told two friends.  And so on.  And so on.  And so on.  And now, we’re here.  Roll the bones.
Stray Toasters

  • This song came up in the iTunes rotation at work.  It makes me laugh… and sing along.
  • Coworker Matt sent me the following, after learning about a new Firefox plugin:

    Matt: http://digg.com/software/Firestorm_Adds_BitTorrent_Support_to_Firefox
    Matt: Super hero
    Matt: College student
    Matt: Multiple-personality disorder
    Matt: And now…
    Matt: Firefox developer!

  • The 28 Days Later Survival Test
    My results:  The Handyman -  81% Combatives, 71% Survival, 80% Judgement
    I showed the test to Tyranist…

    Me: How’d you do?
    Tyranist: 99% in all three categories.
    Me:
    Me: Wow.
    Tyranist: Too many horror movies.
    Me: Okay.
    Me: You’re one to keep around.

  • Quotes from The Long Kiss Goodnight
  • I am about 153% sick of pop-over ads.

Namaste.