Finding a heretofore undiscovered Toad the Wet Sprocket CD (their hits album, released posthumously) on a co-worker’s desk was enough to get “Walk on the Ocean” stuck in my head, and I’m sitting here trying not to hum it while I work.
Today is a fat-track. I’m just riding the waves to couchtown. Tinsel haircut, I’m razzing my dazzling.
I heard one of the IT people chastise a co-worker for having IM software on her computer. Until there’s an official memo or something, I’m keeping mine open, and screw the man. Frankly, the man can suck my fatty.
I am mildly tempted to play the Big Urban Game. Link courtesy of Yami who linked to these weird knowledge maps that are also a product of the UofMN’s design institute. (How do these guys get money anyway?!? Oh, a $1mil grant from Target? Of course!) I’m sure that appears in some way humanitarian, but I can think of about a hundred better ways to spend a million dollars.
A call from my sister informed me that her Choir teacher is my age. That makes me old, apparently.
I’m off to enjoy a lovely family dinner. Maybe I can choke on a fork or something and put this lame old dog down.
I love Toad the Wet Sprocket. I’ll listen to that untill you get me that other song i’ve been so patiently waiting for.
i love toad! i saw them at the guthrie like in 1991 or something and i got to meet them. true story.