I would go to this church:
OK, I wouldn't go to any church, but at least this one has an interesting hook.
For those paying attention, this is now more awesome. Still working on it, but it's getting there.
Went for the first motorized scooter type thing ride yesterday evening. Ah, old friend. Enough gravel around on the roads yet that I wasn't into the whole fast corner thing. Aside from that, it was good.
Then spent several hours tweaking the above two minutes of teh rawk.
Lyrics? Why do you defy me? Shouldn't be hard to slap together four verses that fit the theme I went for, yet do you think I can come up with anything that isn't so cheesy it makes me want nachos? Eventually it'll come together.
I figure if I can produce one "song" every other week, I should be on track for my target. Shouldn't be too hard since this one BASICALLY came together overnight. Granted, most will be longer by quite a bit, but, well, this was intended as the intro to . . . ah, you'll see.
I haz riffs. I haz toanz. I haz esplosions. Yeahz.
Our "documentation project" went surprisingly smoothly yesterday. I was shocked, to be honest. Mr. Arrogance kept his shit in check, and actually listened, and was agreeable and everything.
Then the fucking engineer stuck his nose in it. "Why don't we just use Word. I mean, that's the business world standard. Why would you need anything else?"
Oh, I don't know. Aren't you the motherfucker that bitches that our online search engine doesn't read all the word documents and PDFs we have correctly and therefore misses some searches? Huh?
The boss, normally the engineer's best friend, went ballistic on him. They're in a band together. The boss and the other three guys played a show last weekend without the engineer. Something's going on there anyway, and this seems to have tipped their "friendship" into the red zone. The boss linked the entire group, engineering boy included, to this article via email where he pointed out the statement about word specifically. Engineer is furious.
And holding his ground.
It's all on now, bitches.
Worktime entertainment. Awesome. *EXPLOSIONS*
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