Errata

Work was work is work will be work. A coworker has started to grow a mustache and goatee. Only the knowledge that he is extremely religious prevents me from referring to him as the dark form of himself. If I were to grow such facial hair (which would be a crime against all seeing creatures), you might choose to refer to me as Dark Brent. I know I would.

Played tennis with Renee for an hour and a half in the late afternoon, which gave me, oh, an hour and a half of exposure to the sun. (I should have enough Vitamin D to last months, now!) It took me a good while, but I’m starting to get some control over where I hit the ball again. Slowly, slowly, I am putting together the pieces of my once-decent (for me, at least) tennis game.

Most notable, though, was that I received The Package in the mail today. Yes! I now own Azumanga Daioh volume 1! Hahahhaha! Now I can relive Number Two! whenever I want. (This is important, dammit!)

Right. Marin wanted y’all to know that she found a humorous link that played off of my name: do as Nanbara commands, and click-click! click-click! (Yeah, I’m too lazy to actually try to incorporate the result into my blog like they’d want.) If you don’t find it mildly funny, then you need to imagine the least athletic person you know and then pretend that person is named “Brent.”

And how about that Google IPO? …Right. Check out the SEC filing, if you want; the Ars Technica forum-types noted that it features a “Letter from the Founders” and other peculiarities; this (apparently) isn’t your run-of-the-mill IPO. Still, as I told Eric, I doubt they’ll be catering their daily lunches once general business forces start acting.

 

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