Idle Hands, Etc...

Before I get too far into this, I'd like to give a big thanks to the fair & lovely Amy of Badgroove for watching over the place. My apologies for the tardiness of the kudos, Amy. You're aces!

I was looking through the junk that I tranferred over to the new computer (about six months ago - I'm nothing if not a procrastinator) & found the following works of art, commissioned during some slow periods at work & I thought I'd share them with you.

'Cause I'm just that kind of guy.

Now, I've mentioned my Laser Scanner/Pointer Thingie of Death (LS/PToD) that resides on my desk before. Here is a rendering of myself with said Implement of Doom. I call it "Laser Jay":



I figured that since my two dimensional alterego couldn't get in a whole lot of trouble, I'd live vicariously through him & have some fun with the LS/PToD. And make a few bucks on the side performing Lasik surgery:



No, the person's head is not on fire. Nor am I performing laser surgery on Larry from the Three Stooges.

I decided long ago that if I ever gained super powers through some industrial accident involving radiation or came into possession of a super powerful object, I'd use it for the betterment of mankind. (Well, after the initial wasting of my power showing off & being really obnoxious with it) This drawing shows me in action, saving Puerto Rican goat farmers from the heartache of finding their livestock drained of their life fluids.

Yes, Loyal readers, I'm talking 'bout El Chupacabra:



And now Latin American goat farmers can rest soundly knowing that Laser Jay & his trusty LS/PToD is on the job.

This is not J..and no I do not play him on TV. This is Amy...and I play Amy on badgroove.com. I promised to help keep J's little corner of the web warm until he gets back from his annual thankmas festivities.

I have to tell you all of an experience...I had to use the restroom at work. And now that I am in a large high volume building I decided to use the restroom at the opposite end of where I usually go. I went in and was doing my thing...when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the bathroom door (now this is a large five seater so to speak so I thought that was odd...and then I hear it:

MAINTENANCE...

Now what to do? Do I hollar out: YO! WOMAN INSIDE???

Instead I coughed and that seemed to be enough...

When I came out, right outside of the door was a bucket and plunger...and not far from that a friendly looking maintenance man.

He said: Is there anyone else in there?

As he asked this..another girl walks into the bathroom...
I said JUST HER.

I left for my car...to get some stuff out of the back that I bought to festivize the office...and on my way back the poor maintenance guy was still waiting...every time someone would walk out...three more would walk in!!

Look! Up In The Sky!

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...wait. It is a plane. And we're going to be on it.

That's right, Loyal Readers, it's time once again for Thanksmas. And because of that, T & I are catching a redeye out of Dodge tonight. But don't you worry, never fear! We'll be back soon & I'm sure that I'll have all sorts of tales of fun & frivolity to regale you with. Yes, all two of you.

Be good while I'm away. There's cookies on the counter & sodas in the fridge.