Iron Fist

On P. Diddy, and his preference for being served “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” on his room-service breakfast toast:

me: “But what if you didn’t serve him that? I mean, it’s the [fancy local hotel], it’s not like they’re gonna serve you fake butter. Do you suppose he’d notice if you gave him the real stuff, and say, ‘I can’t belive it’s not “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” butter’?”

Niels: “Or do you think he’d say, ‘I can’t believe a brother can’t get any “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter”‘?”

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From: me
Sent: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 9:12 AM
To: [co-worker]
Subject: sniff

[Moving company] dude == bad smell in my office.

Every time.
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From: [co-worker]
Sent: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 9:13 AM
To: me
Subject: RE: sniff

smoke, BO or both?
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From: me
Sent: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 9:37 AM
To: [co-worker]
Subject: RE: sniff

At the end of the day it’s smoke, as if instead of working here all day he used the passcard I just gave him to somehow magically transport his self to the Virginia Cafe downtown, which is the smokiest establishment I have ever walked into, and spent his entire shift (plus breaks) rolling around on the carpet and the walls, and even some time rolling around on the ceiling Mary Poppins-style, all whilst smoking a cigarette. After all that time spent soaking up old tar and rancid tobacco smoke, he reappears in my office around quitting time and radiates it all at once, as if the carcinogenic molecules of smoke on his clothes were all spraying out to fill the smoke-free vacuum that is my office.

But at the beginning of the day? I don’t know what that smell is. Sort of a livestock/breath mint/dishwashing soap smell, if such a thing is possible, with a bit of river water thrown in. It’s as if he was leaving for work in the morning and noticed a mare in heat that had escaped from her corral and so he decided to wrestle her back into her pen, getting covered with animal musk and thrown into a stream choked with algae and cat-tails before succeeding in coercing the escaped horse back into confinement. Then, noticing that he was now suffused with a bizarre combination of nature smells, he decided that an Altoid and a dash of Cascade behind each ear were enough to bring his pH balance back to normal and waltzed off to work.

Sounds pretty adventurous, actually.

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From: [co-worker]
Sent: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 9:47 AM
To: me
Subject: RE: sniff

do you really have no work to do?

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I just found out today that next month is National Blog Posting Month (or NaBloPoMo). So what does this mean? Participants in NaBloPoMo pledge to post a little something every day for the entire month. Some especially prolific bloggers (my friend Patch, for example) already come fairly close to this goal. But for the lazier writers out there, especially those whose sites went down for nearly an entire month and then had to be painstakingly moved to a new server, haven’t quite matched that.

From the site:

My hope is that the exercise will loosen up your writing joints.

It is not meant to be a burdensome, loathsome albatross around your neck, but an opportunity, due to sheer exhaustion, to soften up your inner censor.

So, count me in. I need to get back in the ‘zone’ of writing something every day, and this sounds like just the tonic for it. Expect a post from me every day in November.

Which means I’ve got some work to do…I need to lay in heavy on the coffee supplies. I’ll have to make whole new categories. Should I hire a coach? A crotchety old blogging veteran to whip me into shape and bellow at me when I start to falter at the keyboard?

Anyway, I clearly need to get in shape for this event. So here goes.

Update: fuck it, I quit.

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Drinking is bad for you because sometimes it prompts you to start smoking a cigarrette that some of your friends have scavenged, hobo-style, from an ashtray.

At least we cut the filter off first, which makes it about 3% less gross that it would have been otherwise.

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C’mon, this should be easy.

After much editing, the site archives are ported and finally installed in my new site.  Whew.  Still some work left to be done before I start rolling out the backed-up content I’ve been brewing for the past month-and-a-half but at least I’m over the hurdle of making sure everything moved okay.

Stand by, more to follow…tomorrow, after I get some sleep.

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