The Platonic Bomb


Today was one of the best Mondays I have had in quite a while. I woke up to the awesomeness of Why Is My Sleeping Bag A Ghetto? by Chin Up Chin Up after falling asleep with my supreme Shure earphones. That could could have been all and this day would have been considered a good one, but a few other events occured to make this Monday spectacular.

I didn't have any classes or presentations to give so I had the chance to finally sort through the mountain of paperwork and more importantly, socialize with some of the new faces around the office. The 'IT guy' miraculously completeled the new Dell set up in my office and now the network is extremely fast, which basically means I can update a lot more stupid spreadsheets while browsing the IKEA site and blog simultaneously. I also now have a more convenient usb port which allows the opportunity for me to be less productive when I start bringing my mp3 player. I just have to be carefull when there are meetings next door in the conference room.

For lunch, I ventured out of the confines of the workplace with one of the new faces, another bright eyed being. She and I enjoyed the afternoon sun and a hilarious conversation over Firehouse Subs on someone elses dime. Strictly platonic, seems like a start I guess. There wasn't even any traffic on the drive home, I'm afraid what tomorrow entails.

I now have a liking for Tina Fey after watching a few episodes of 30 Rock online. She is hilarious and smart and I dig the imperfections. I had no idea she was married, thanks to wiki.

In an attempt to increase the popularity of soccer in the States, one of my favorite football clubs, Chelsea, will be taking on the LA Galaxy for David Bekham's debut on the 21st. Any other time I'm sure it would be a landslide victory for Chelsea, Cole, and, Drogba but its going to be Beckham's day. What a set up. Its tough to watch MLS after watching the UEFA and World Cup. Seeing my favorite footballers Ronaldinho, Rooney, Thierry Henry, and Renaldo once a year is better than watching a season of MLS. The rest of the world is just on a higher level when it comes to soccer, among other things. I hope the Beckham fiasco does more good than harm.

Almost a month ago, while jamming to a remix of Daft Punk's Superheroes, a huge grasshopper I later named Fransisco crashed into my windshield. I first thought he was a leaf the way his wings fluttered between the wipers. I turned on the misters and I saw that he was still alive I was amazed. I had to be going about 55 when I heard the impact. When I parked I raised the wiper he was entangled in and attempted to assist him but he stubbornly declined. He proceded to hop his way off of the hood and found his way to the grass.

Love,
Todd