My...
God...
My life, as we know it, is finally complete. I have reached what I have determined to be the apex of everything that is good in this world.
You may think that I'm being melodramatic, but just you wait.
Just wait!
So, I do Alzheimer's research for the school of gerontology. We have been working in a rather cramped, antiquated space, with termites.
Old termites.
Anyway, that's not my story.
So, they've been building this new building - The Health Sciences Building down the street. We finally moved into the new space today, and we have these grand new phones to play with.
There are 30 different rings on these suckers.
I'm playing away, going to town and such, trying them all out before I commit to one.
And people wonder why I'm no good at relationships.
But I digress.
There are rings that sound like drums. Rings that sound like explosions. Rings that sound like porno sax music. Rings with a speaking voice that says, "Are you there?"
The final ring is called "All Your Base."
My eyes lit up, and I played it.
A voice actually said, and I quote:
"ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"
People!
People?
People!
My Lexington homies should be screaming and laughing all at once.
If you are not familiar with all your base, you need to be.
Therefore, I am providing the following:
When you have a spare 5 minutes, go here, and turn your speakers on.
I was going to write more, but I think that's enough excitement for one evening.
Goodnight, all!
La.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23