Four scattered thoughts from beneath a violet cloud of incipient sleepiness

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Fun fact: if you cover the Gin Blossoms' hit "Found Out About You" on an acoustic guitar, slowed way down and in a minor key, it's creepy as hell.

It's a testament to my manager's abilities that I can start off my Monday workday by being told everything I royally banjaxed the previous week, and not spend of the rest of my day hunched over my keyboard sniffling like a despondent blancmange.

I fielded a voice mail this morning from our landlady, informing us that our well has just run dry. I am to gather that this is not good.

Go see Argo. Yes. Do it. If you would prefer to see Pitch Perfect, that's fine, as it weren't bad, neither. But dude, Argo.

Comments

[captain18.livejournal.com]

Brendan's Law makes a nice corrolary to #1: Any love song can instantly be turned into a stalker song by singing it in a Peter Lorre voice.

Also, good managers are hard to come by.

[oneagain.livejournal.com]

Well has run dry? Is that a metaphor or are you really out of water?

[rain-herself.livejournal.com]

Not a metaphor. It's not totally dry, but possibly close. :/