Somewhere between hypercompetence & homeownership
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Whatever the hell that means.

Friday, September 29
Guess who's coming to town

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Uuuuuuurrrrrp. I think I gonna boke. Too many circus peanuts.

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No soap. Well, the Pillsbury mouthpiece gave me a call. I'd swear I was talking to Tommy's mom (from Rugrats). They were touched that we loved the Doughboy so much but weren't cutting us any slack on the S&H. Oh, well.
On the brighteer side, she did specifically ask me what products we were interested in, etc. and she got my address so she could look for something "uniquely Doughboy" to send me.
It pays to ask.


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Lemee tawlk t'da boss!

We're goin' up the chain of command at Pillsbury. A few more links and I will be talkin' to Poppin' Fresh himself.


All we wanted was a break on the cost of S&H on our order.


What do you call a large group of doughboys? A herd, a flock, a school?





A BATCH! Get it?? Bahahahahaha




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Mmmmmmmmm... Dibella's

Mmmmmmmmmm... Dibella's cookie


Mmmmmmmmmm... Cannoli


what? today is birthday celebration? cake? ice cream?

mmmmmmmmm... three dessert day.

Wonder what's for dinner?


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Wednesday, September 27
Not much to say today.

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Monday, September 25
I RSVP'ed to go to a lunch meeting but now I think I'm bailing. Overwhelming guilt consumes me but I just can't handle the droning. Why did I agree in the first place? Jenny, of course, knows better.



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Friday, September 22
My apologies. I did not mean to imply that Andy is obese and has rolls of fat on his ass. Quite the contrary. Not to mention, a penny is considerably less "noticeable" than a porkchop. I just meant that, oh never mind...

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I just read Andy's blog about "findin' a penny". Worrisome. Just how did it get "stuck" on Andy without his knowledge?
I once read a News of the Weird item about an obese woman who found out she had a large tumor, discovered during an MRI scan. When they (the surgical team) went to remove it, they found that it was not a tumor at all, but a pork chop that had gotten "lost" in the rolls of fat on her ass. Now, once the chop was in there, I can see how it got "lost" but how did get in there without her knowledge.
Now I know.

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I spent the morning speaking to a large petri dish of ameobae. It's important to enjoy your the sound of your own voice when you do that sort of thing. I wish I did.

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Thursday, September 21
Well, dip me in shit and roll me in rice krispies!
I must heartily applaud everyone for getting on the blogwagon. THE BOOK can now reach its true potential.
Now get back to work, slackers.


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Ooops, sorry. My mistake, I didn't go to Vega. Jodie Foster did. But it seemed so real. But if they ask, "I'M OKAY TO GO, I'M OKAY TO GO!"

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Just back from a trip to Vega. Only took 18 hrs Earth time (according to the lousy video on myheadset), but I was actually gone for several months. Spent most of the time hanging out on the beach. There were 4 suns so my tan is great. Only bad part was this annoying group of people who said they were in some sort of tribe and trying to win a million dollars. Oh yeah, there was also this annoying fat gay man running around naked.

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Wednesday, September 20
Mmmmmm. Hungry.

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False Alarm. It wasn't a coma, it was just a nap.

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Been in a coma. Sorry. I feel like I missed so much while I was gone.

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Been in a coma. Sorry. I feel like I missed so much while I was gone.

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NEWS FLASH: jenny says I a am a #$%^&

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God, I haven't blogged in almost 24 hours, whats wrong with me.

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Tuesday, September 19
I am


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Poop.


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Scratched behind ear again. Must have that checked.

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Checked clock, thought about going home. Decided not to.

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Burped.

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Rubbed ear. Scratched shoulder. Took sip of Coke.

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Oh, well. Another startup bites the dust. Got my job back, though. Missed out on some great opportunities while I was gone.

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Things had gotten boring at the Airport Snack bar so now its time for a new career.

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Smart Aleck.

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Wow, time really flies when you're busy. I gotta get more dedication to this stuff.

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Haven't blogged in a while so I thought I'd check in and let everyone know I am still here. Haven't peed yet or gone to get that drink. Been real busy.

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Just posted some new graphics. Thinking about getting a drink... maybe go pee?

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Still resenting implications of lackluster blogging ability....

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Unlike some other people, I have a life that prevents me from blogging on a minute by minute basis.

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Wednesday, September 13
Yes, we know you worked on your part of the project for a week, we understood that we'd have to change some code in order to accommodate the new things. But now we'll have to do 3 days work to implement your changes. Can you change your stuff so we won't have to.

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Tuesday, September 12
I just learned that my mother-in-law will eventually come to live with us. With any luck, I will be already be dead by then.

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It's 10:30 and I am actually going out to the Weggies. Feh.

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Yes, I actually share a "cube". It sounds more pathetic than it is. Really. I swear.

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My cubicle-mate thinks I have nothing better to do with my time than work on my homepage. Feh.

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My wife just informed me that I am middle aged. Feh.

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