cool kid report

Somehow having my own cubicle compels me to fill it with stuff.

I decided that I would try to get one new item in my cubicle each day so as to neither progress too quickly or slowly in my cubicle expansion. Today's new item was an office chair. This was a major accomplishment because it proved two things: a) having a chair that spins and rolls make me feel more like doing work and b) I can use email to make people bring me things, the tested limit of which being one office chair.

My quest for the next daily item made me think I should get a page a day calander, whose cubicle wall posting potential alone seems nearly limitless. I realize it's the middle of the year and totally out of season for the page a day, but I think waiting until January would be the wrong move. I quickly dismissed a Dilbert calendar, while usually my style, it didn't seem appropriate for me in an actual cubicle. Some sort of comic book calendar seemed much better. I figured it would be okay to stop reading comic books on my computer if it meant I might end up with a new comic book page to post in my cube every day so I left the apartment on a Friday night and went to the conformist capital of bookstores: Borders.

I didn't realize Borders was that bad, but it turned out to be old person hang-out central. It's the aged equivalent of what I imagine college library must be like for my peers: full of potential mating partners who are probably seeing someone anyway, serving coffee for some trendy reason, and way too noisy for the amount of books that live there.

I must have walked in during the 1-3 month period where they have no calendars, much less anything with Kitty Pryde on it. Although they did have a pretty sweet Spider-man jokebook for $4. It was full of puns that required you to have seen the movie. (What did Peter Parker think of Doctor Octopus' experiment? It was energizing.)

After being soundly rejected by the nasally girl behind the counter, I went upstairs and after a quick spot check, noticed a technology section. There were four guys (clearly nerds) hanging out there, not including myself whom I have reluctantly withdrawn from the nerd community. Three fourths of them had glasses and one fourth of them was incredibly fat. I thought there was probably something incredibly indicative about those ratios. I don't even need to tell you how many girls were there.

Now for the shame part of the post. Having failed to find suitable comic book or technology material, I found some GRE vocab flash cards. So instead of staying in and reading comic books all night, I went to some super-trendy hangout and paid way too much for small pieces of stiff paper.



Currently reading: Marvel Knights Spider-man #2 and GRE flashcard #1,001: abate

Shame of the day: Came home for lunch to eat spaghettios/Spent two hours pay intended for comics on cardboard

Here's the deal. Recently it has come to my attention that some shamejerk bought the domain shamehole.com and has created there the worst blog I have ever seen. Far worse than this one. This disturbs me.

The fact that this disturbs me also disturbs me, and the recursion doesn't stop there. The simple fact is that the word shamehole is the most impressive thing I have ever created, and I don't like the fact that someone took the domain and posted some of the worst attempts at ironic humor I have ever seen.

Shamehole fans, if you are out there, if you exist, know this. Shamehole is not dead, nor shall I lose any ground to Jeffrey McManus.

What do you get when you google for shamehole?