Underworld’s 2002 album A Hundred Days Off.

Boys do cry (and messy offices)
My less than flattering IRL office in 2006. I’m in a different job now in a different office 3 buildings away and this office has long been demolished. I am not sure what happened to my Boys Don’t Cry poster. Hopefully rolled up in the basement.

Attic of Love™ / Office
I found a 2006 picture of my office in my former Attic of Love™ in my old house. Having a finished attic to hold your dust collecting toys was amazing. I so loved that house and space. I don’t miss that ancient CRT though. Alas, I couldn’t stand the neighborhood anymore.

E-Hobby TF United Hot Rod (Autobot Set) (2011)
I suppose that E-Hobby was going for that moment in TF: The Movie when opening the matrix starts to reformat Hot Rod into Rodimus Prime. They often try to make the redecos make sense within established fiction.

It is a shitty roast.
I felt a bit like this earlier today. I made a pot of the shitty roast I’m trying to get rid of. I need to grind some of the pecan stuff. Truly amazing coffee from Texas, USA. Artist: Undetermined

I. Must. Have.
While I don’t get many traditional calls at work anymore, I must find this phone to see if it’ll integrate into someway into our telephony system! I need to have someone in my office when the phone rings and I pick this up I. Have. To.

Flamboyantly gay skeleton!
Well it is quite obviously a flamboyantly gay skeleton. I’m sure he’s quite fabulous though in his own way.

Currently Playing
Jesus Christ Superstar (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (1973) Still my favororite version of the musical. Ted Neeley, Carl Anderson, and Yvonne Elliman are just perfect.

Favorite Singles
Simon & Garfunkel’s America (1968). They had a lot of hit during their time together, but Simon & Garfunkel’s America off of the Bookends album is probably my all-time favorite song of theirs. simonandgarfunkel #music

True dat!
There are always possibilities. Probably not the chainsaw though. I don’t own one. Maybe flinging a bag of dachshund poop.