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Drivel. The failing, semi-bladeless CPU fan on my laptop sounds like a 5 inch Stewart Little biplane buzzing around my desk. My commuting to work without a laptop computer would be analogous to a surgeon scrubbing for the O.R. with no scalpels available in the hospital. Lance trying to ride the Tour without a bicycle. Ok. Maybe a little dramatic, but you get the gist. I exposed the first photograph this afternoon that I have in over a week. Rubble. There are some large items of machinery that specialize in destruction tearing down a building downtown. I found it peculiar that they aren't blowing it up with precision charges or knocking it down with a wrecking ball, but rather nibbling away at it with these mutated backhoe-on-steroids type monstrosities. Nibble nibble. One room at a time... one floor at a time... nibble. I've gone back to using a wooden pencil almost exclusively while at work. The kind we all used in grade school with the too-soon-expended eraser and sporting the knuckle warping hexagonal shaped cylinder of wood design almost exclusively painted yellow(ish) in color. I like it. I'd like to throw all the mechanical pencils off the roof of my building. Yeah. I'd like that almost as much as melting a tray of ice cubes made from rainbow spectrum food colored water on a mirror covered in powered sugar. It seems almost as random. I find an air of subtle comedy in being at work this very instant. My innate direct report has just asked me to cross train another engineer on how to do a relatively complex networking task just because he attended a week long seminar on networking basics. I can now walk on water and turn that very same water to wine. Get in line. I wish I could whistle the overture to Guillaume Tell while patting my tummy with one hand and juggling quail eggs with the other... all while riding a unicycle blindfolded. Fuck this nuthouse. I'm down for beer at Molly's after work. Who's coming!?