Archive for March, 2001

i finally got to watch the rest of the big labowski last night, and well, i’m not sure what to think. i mean, the dude certainly was the dude, or his dudeness, but i’m still left wondering how much script actually got cut, and then rewritten before the final edit. hit me with any suggestions…

Dear Sir:
It’s *schwag*. Get over it.

a few weeks ago i rec’d a piece of schwag, for the uneducated, schwag is an item printed with the name of a company, given by that company for free to places that sell their product. anyway, this particular piece of schwag was a foam baseball from kodak, a rather flimsy, non squishy, type foam ball. i’ve not abused this piece of vendor plunder at all, in fact, in my days since obtaining this product, i’ve actually not thrown, or bounced, or squeezed it once, it had sat upon my shelf, simply as a show item. but, some of my coworkers have found it necessary to squeeze, pound, mutilate, and gouge the life out of my little foam baseball, as of now it has been reduced to a shoddy looking lump of slightly off round foam. i hate inconsideration.

i took a walk outside my office building today, and discovered(as the story goes, one, then two, then three) three things. as i walked around the building, i found a small “nook” that i’d forgotten about. it’s a small, semi-alley type walkway, that is behind a series of buildings, one of the three buildings isn’t as deep into the block as the rest, so there is a space, a sort of corridor, that has 2 park benches, and a series of small, round, stones that make a walkway, i sat down, and simply listened, i could hear all of the things of downtown happening around me, but could only see serenity, peace, and a dead vine on the wall.
on my way back into the building, in the alley, i found one pothole, freshly filled with blacktop tar, however, this seemed futile, as the rest of the alley around it was potted, and torn up, but his one pothole, tiny in the spectrum of the rest, got filled.
and upon re-entering the building, i spotted the cleaning lady, aimlessly pushing a carpet vacuum around a tile floor, scattering dust, and dirt, and small pebbles around the room, capturing none.
this is my sanity, or lack thereof.

“i suggest you watch them both in the same evening.” … and try not to *vomit*.