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I’m off to Dublin, kids. Play nice and I’ll show you my pictures when I get back…

Listening a song that perfectly captures my mood right now:

Here’s wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the drudge and sadness
I know that better things are on the way.

I know you’ve got a lot of good things happening up ahead.
The past is gone, it’s all been said.
So here’s to what the future brings,
I know tomorrow you’ll find better things.
I know tomorrow you’ll find better things…
– Dar Williams

I GOT IT! I GOT IT! Oh my God! I am leaving Netdecisions! Here’s how it went down: yesterday I was shocked to hear that Christian, a fellow front end developer, had gotten “the letter”. He hasn’t been here long, but he’s quickly become one of the leaders of the group. It was a huge shock and he was upset about having to leave. I talked to him last night and we half-joked about the possibility of doing a switch (me for him). I told him to feel free to mention me during his meeting today. Well, he just came back from it and they accepted! The Snook’s going to set up a meeting for himself now. Either way, we’re gone, baby. THIS IS FANTASTIC NEWS!

That bug seems to be still firmly lodged up Ebert’s ass. This week he rips on John Cusack’s new film.

How well do you know your fundamentalist hate-mongers? Take the Falwell-Robertson-Bin Laden Quiz. I only got 8 out of 20 correct. On the page with the answers, be sure to read the context of the very last one. I couldn’t believe it. (Link courtesy of Steve.)

Wow. You know that Greyhound bus crash this week, where the driver’s throat was slashed? He survived. I thought he was one of the six who died. That’s amazing.

Well, I’m still here. Whether that will be true at the end of the day remains to be seen.

This is the first Rebecca Gayheart article I’ve read that didn’t refer to her as the “Noxema girl”. Unfortunately this incident didn’t do a lot to dispel my image of her as your average Hollywood airhead bimbo.

Recently Matt was reminiscing about vintage high school and community theater production T-shirts. I’ve probably got half a dozen myself, so as an experiment I’ve set up a CafePress store. There’s only one design at present, and I’ve priced it at cost so I’m not making a profit. I know that 99% of the population could care less. But for you theater nerds, whaddaya think? Wouldn’t you like to have a shirt from a completely random production?

It’s pretty bad here. Every five minutes we hear another name, and several of them have been gasp-worthy “No, no him!” type events. Nobody’s doing any work. I’m not even sure if the people on my team have survived. Most of the people who’ve been laid off are already down at the pub. A lot of the bastards are happy. I’ve been hearing that the redundancy package is pretty sweet. Frustratingly, the Snook and I have heard nothing. We’re debating on volunteering, despite the fact that it wasn’t publicly offered. We’ll see how it goes.