You mention, one day, to your co-workers ONCE that you have, on occasion, played Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, and the next day you happen to have a flare-up of a repetitive stress injury, and you show up to the office that morning in a makeshift wrist splint comprising a Rollerblade-brand youth-size wrist guard, and all of a sudden you’re the Guy that Plays Call of Duty Too Much.
I mean, I am, but I do not need the entire office knowing it.
Does anyone else write love letters meant for no one? Full of promises, and expressions of love, and addressed to “______”. (Maybe you fill in a name. Like Lorraine. Or Samuel.). Writing such letters may be beneficial– good training for that amazingly wonderful and happy day when you find out there’s exactly no one for you to love in this world and that maybe you should just blow all your money on cat food. Sorry, kiddo.
I’m slowly learning how to collaborate effectively with having secretarial/administrative staff. My new trick is to wait until they are swamped with work, then give them something even more onerous that’s due tomorrow; wait an hour; and call them to tell since they are so swamped with other work, they can do it next week. Giveth and taketh away.
Sometimes I play a song to purposely elicit an emotion.
Someone recently brought to my attention a video entitled “School dances sure have changed” which has many nuances I would like to enumerate now. First there is the innocent beginning: a headmaster of sorts calls for attention, preps the participants, then lets them fly. Then the Great Pair-Off. We soak in the couples, the mis-matches, the giggling girls and the dead-serious boys. Camera pans to the left: a pretty princess on the floor. There is a parental proxy out of pity. An awkward pairing forced. The parental assist as one is worked against the wall. Then the climax: a triple-wall pinning. This video has floored me.
Where I end my side-trip detour to Hotel Weisshorn, and return to the main path, viz a viz the Swiss hamlet of Gruben. Read the rest of this entry »
The whole point of my side trip was to visit this old historic Hotel, and then walk around it. Read the rest of this entry »
Apparently, there is something about my friendship that causes diaspora. Or is that just the late twenty-somethings talking.
