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Fun Day

Ben’s been doing the design for "Twisted," the annual concert Q101 throws. This year, the lineup is going to be: Disturbed, Box Car Racer, The Vines, Jimmy Eat World, Moby, 3 Doors Down, and Sugarcult. The big coup though, is that we (er, Q101) got Public Enemy to agree to perform as well. A few weeks back, I was around…

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Why I Love My Workplace

I opened the loading bay door, and encounter a big stack of beer on a dolly. Budweiser is one of the station’s clients, and apparently… there’s some kind of promo going on. Wonder if we’ll see any of those beers. :) Last week, a friend of Ben’s came in to interview. I didn’t even see his joke until today (his…

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When You Read Them Fairy Tales, Kids Pay Attention

Here’s what I think. I believe that the man in the suit performed a good deed. He didn’t try to pocket the money. He didn’t claim it was his. He noticed it and pointed it out; he was honest when it was to his advantage to be duplicitous. For me to have claimed a benefit through someone else’s honesty felt…

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$20 and a Decision

I’ve been trying to eat better in the mornings (yeah yeah, the beers at night are negating any good intentions I have during the day). But instead of sausage and egg sandwiches, I’ve taken to stopping to pick up oranges and yogurt for breakfast. It’s more filling, doesn’t weigh me down, and feels slightly better for my body. I think…

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Guilty Secret #6

A long time ago (maybe a year plus), I got drunk with my coworkers at ImageCare. We rode the train back into the city, and had massive drinks. I got into an inebriated state. Not a tipsy, charmingly wobbly kind of state – I’m talking sloppy, slurring-every-word drunk. In this manner, I stumbled into Pot Pan and ordered some food….

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Getting Beer + Getting Food = Two Trips

I realized that I needed two things tonight: food and drink. I decide to call in an order to a nearby Thai restaurant, and then head out to pick up my beer. Get the beer, walk back home and deposit it into the fridge. Go *back* out, pick up the food, and return home. Call me silly, but I felt…

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Aah! Fast Day!

Got over to Justin’s apartment a bit after 9 AM, and we started packing up his car shortly thereafter. We were back in the office by about 10:30, and over the course of the day… tiny details needed attending. A little something here, a little something there. Anytime there’s a global find/replace along the scale that we attempted, things are…

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Kevin Gives Permission

I e-mailed my friend Kevin Seal (who’s currently doing a ton of things, one of which is writing and playing with Griddle). For the past few months (and god, it might even be a year)… I’ve been itching to take a song he did, a long while back, and put it to Flash. Not a video thing, but just to…

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The Ants

by André Maurois Between two sheets of glass, fastened together by strips of gummed paper along the edges, a colony of tiny brown monsters was toiling and moiling. The shopkeeper had provided the ants with a little sand, in which they had made converging passages. Right in the middle could be seen a larger creature, nearly always motionless. This was…

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Ricochets

At Justin’s, I came across a few books that really sparked my interest. The first was a small book of Chinese myths, which were fantastic. Flipped through a few pages of Joshua Davis‘ flash to the core, which I’m looking forward to going through. But more than anything else, Justin insisted that I read a few short stories by André…

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Blah. Slow Day!

Originally, we had planned on sitting through the site redirection at Justin’s. Once that was done, we were going to pack up and move all the boxes back to headquarters. Unfortunately, today doesn’t go as planned. Most of the day is spent troubleshooting a few small fires that have popped up. The folks in Indianapolis run into problems redirecting the…

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Attraction

I think I like you because your hands are strong. If you wanted, you could break me. I don’t know what you want.

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