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Hello, Ben!

Glad to have you back home again. The folks have been worried, what with you running off like that.

I just re-found good ol’ Ben’s blog (former roommate of Angelique Ben). It made me happy for three reasons: one, he had rescued a great New Yorker George Meyer interview from the cyber-depths, which I had long ago clipped out of the mag and lost forever; two, he gets righteously and geekily (and rightly) indignant about a Microsoft Office training at his work; and three (another work story), he talks about having lunch with Bush Treasury Secretary Jack Snow. THE JACK SNOW! And he didn't even get an autograph.

In appreciation for the second one, here’s a dumb story about some poor MS temp who got canned today for blogging about Microsoft buying some G5s.

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Recent Arrivals at my house


  • The first disc of Californication. I had heard it was kind of sucky, but it was much, much better than I thought it would be. Good enough that we're going to watch the rest of the season (which is doubly amazing since we haven't even started watching new Weeds yet).

  • The deafening sound of, apparently, a heavy-duty drilling rig that's boring through—I'm just guessing here—a deep, abandoned well that's been filled with hundreds of thousands of thick metal dinner plates. It's been echoing across the Qwest Field parking lot, coming from King Street Station. It sounds like they're destroying Amtrak.

  • An official, bona fide Roast Beef greeting card (thanks, Tom!)

  • A keg of Rainier, for the Post-Natal Kegger (and, hence, a deductible business expense!) (what, you didn't know you were at a client party?)

  • A Roku Netflix box, which we aren't hooking up until we're done with our deadline for Beasts: Book Two. The tension is nigh unbearable. Unopened consumer electronics? Sacre bleu!

Humans

  • Beijing Shanghai Other Seattle Jason
    For whom my jealousy currently knows no bounds has subsided to normal levels
  • AL
    "For fuck's sake"-saying secret Space Shuttle pilot
  • Ben
    My personal economist
  • Boy Jill
    Child star, misanthrope
  • Dalton
    a.k.a. "Words"
  • HB
    My high-plains baby-mama
  • Hunts
    Big giant soft-spoken death-cheater
  • Jason
    Hard-rocking, hi-tech coolio
  • Jill
    Muffin baker, dream taker (and don't miss her food blog either)
  • Jim
    Funny, in Booklyn
  • Jot
    Rock 'n' roll Dungeon Master
  • JPD
    Spread-eagled beagle guy
  • Karin
    My editor/hero
  • Kurt
    Fighting crime with his homemade suit of armor
  • Shanti
    Drinks a lot, or not at all
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