DJ has decided she likes to run. So, I’m going to take advantage of it and make her my running partner. I realized maybe we could train together to run the Bridge to Brews. And not just because I would get her beer tokens. I think it would be fun. And the fact she’s eager to start running is a bonus.
A friend found out yesterday that I know way too much Willie Wonka – the original. I may have sang parts of it to him via IM…..maybe.
Work has been weird. I got told on Friday that I’m about to become a #2 behind the big boss. She wants to hire me on and make me a leader in the organization. She sees me as more than just a PM. Awesome because, well, I am more than just a PM.
I have a couple of ideas for SEAF – the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. I’m going to submit a few photos. A couple will require me to buy lights. Damn. More photography gear.
I love the dad from Glee. The way he celebrates his gay son. Awesome.
I am surrounded by men from different countries – UK, South Africa, Eastern European, and Russian. Holy crap – I have an accent fetish, I think. I often lost track of what they are saying as I’m wrapped up in the way it sounds. Sigh.
I gave a Dom feedback about the way he’s handling a committee he leads. He took it like an emotional child. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with it – drop it or force it down his throat like the medicine he needs. Right now, I think he needs the latter.
While watching the “What Would Michael Jackson Do” episode of Glee, I kept answer “molest the cute boys”. Is that wrong?
My dog sleeps with his eyes open. It’s a bit odd.
Yes, last Thursday, that was my handwriting. I’ve had a few people ask. I have insanely neat handwriting. I can’t help it.
I want to go see the new movie about the whales trapped in the ice. Seems cheesy, but looks like a nice movie.
We have a dress code at work that doesn’t allow us to wear cargo pants. I wear them because I dare someone to tell me they are unacceptable. People can wear jeans and tennis shoes, so I don’t get the whole cargo pants thing.