The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Things that give me nightmares when used in the same sentance: "remote excavation equipment" and "high-security fiber line." Ouch. Especially when I'm the one in charge of said high-security fiber line, and the reason that they're using remote equipment is because there's a risk of things going boom. Happy Monday!

Fu-Master and Buck have returned with a vengeance - Buck purchased a head massager that is essentially a few pieces of bent copper wire attached to a small motor that makes them vibrate. Fu-Master wanted to know if it was electrified so the ions would make you "think better." Again - only if I get to watch.

Today = T3h suck. I'd say more, but it would involve frothing and raving and probably breaking things, and I don't want that right now. God damn but I hate some of the people I work with!

Yet another request sent to Netflix for Maison Ikkoku, the last two discs of Boys Over Flowers, and the last two discs of Wedding Peach. Still no Spiral 4, but at least it's in their database now. Bastards. They're doing the "shipping tomorrow" thing to me again. Don't advertise unlimited rentals if you're going to get pissed off if I really attempt to take you up on that!

If anyone else with a Netflix account wants to join me in baiting them trying to get the titles I want, it would be appreciated.

Had a reality check moment today - called my mom to bitch whinge about today's fun, and got halfway through the story when she burst out with a flat "Jerk." From my mother, that's scathing condemnation. It made me feel better - the reality distortion field at work was making me think that maybe, just maybe, I was at fault for not being omnipotent and all-knowing.

Jerk.