My workmates have been concerned that my desk will eventually attract mice and other vermin. I say they're great sources of protein. In any case, I've dedicated the last thirty minutes of the work week to cleaning. Here is a mid cleaning shot, and here's one after the half hour. Not perfect, but it'll be good soon. And I think a fake rat might help things out though, just to freak my coworkers out...
A girl asked me what makkara was. I told her it was a sausage. She asked what meat was in a sausage. I told her sausage-y goodness. What animal? A magic animal. I think it's chicken and pork.
I am not playing, but apparently Finns like throwing shoes just as much as Americans. Who'd have thunk?
I recently learned the words for bouncer, rascal, and shut your pie hole. I intend to use them all tonight.
This weekend I'll be at Juhannus festivities in Sonoma. I'll be live blogging all the action.
So this Thursday, in preparation for the work picnic, I will be raking up cat poop, used drug needles, and crack pipes so our offices can play volleyball against each other. My sister told me to get good gloves, which I will.
Last Saturday, I went on a first date with a girl who, as it turns out, is my college roommate's cousin(ish) and whose father sold my father life insurance. Small world!
So, we went to the zoo and saw some pretty awesome animals. I enjoyed the tiger exhibit and the chimpanzees. On the way to drop her off, which took like forty minutes, I started feeling really sick, like eating rotten meat sick, which made the good-bye scene really awkward. I basically said ok good-bye and hugged. No let's do this again or I had a fun time. I was so sick I had to just get out of there as soon as possible. So I slept the next day and a half (not straight) and called her back to apologize. She's a great girl, but based on her not calling me back, I think it was a Chad-fail. Oh well. At least I got this picture of me and this tiger.
This past February I went to a German party that is toned-down version of Mardi Gras. I might some nice German people, ate delicious German food, and danced a little with some sexy Fräulein. Overall a good time and something I'd love to do next year.
Here are some pictures from the event that you might enjoy. The average age of the room was over 60, which is sad because the kids don't like the traditions, which are awesome. So if you meet any Germans in February, give them a good Alaaf! for me.
This past March I was in a reader's theater production of the Kalevala, Finland's national epic. I played the blacksmith Seppo, who defeated Väinämöinen. Don't I look fearsome?
So I've had a few good prank ideas lately at work. I believe I blogged about the first prank, but I thought I'd tell you about the second prank. Unfortunately this will give you insight into my twisted mind.
So, we have a weird thing about a planner from HQ at work. We paste pictures of him in people's cubicles and such. You know, a good bit of bizarre humor. In any case, I thought, jeez, it would be funny to multiply that by five hundred and put that picture in miniature in my boss's cubicle.
So, after some discussion with my co-workers, we decided to take a picture of my boss and put miniature pictures of him in his cubicle. After some team effort, we came up with the scene below. I think it was worth the hours of yelling and threats of firing.
Jilted lover, or fashionable woman who either hates trees or needs a convenient place to put her high heel. What do you think?
