Recent Funny Things:
A man just walked by my cubicle. Coral jacket, tan pants, green vertically-striped oxford shirt, and blue-and-yellow-horizontally-striped knit tie. I even think he was not dressing up for Halloween, although I cannot be sure. Apparently, according to overheard gossip after he left, he is a major head decision-making kind of guy. I wish he would make the decision to get a personal shopper. Or at least get someone else to pick out what he wears in the morning.
On Friday, my job at work was re-designing this website's table format. Apparently some big decision-maker (hmm, I wonder if it was the same guy as above, and if so, why we should be doing what he says in any matter of design) decided he did not like the "stripey" look -- apparently alternating lines of grey for financial data tables are too dull even for a financial institution. Who knew? So I redesign things, make it a little more spacious, use a tasteful dotted line to separate rows. And I show my supervisor. And for some reason, I discover the following line coming from my mouth: "These tables are so light and airy, they will float right off the screen to rock your face." It took me all weekend to realize I actually said out loud. I mean, in the privacy of my own whacked-out skull, sure...but yikes. I think it may have been the funniest thing I have ever said in my entire life.
Recent Exciting Things:
Rumour has it I may be receiving an iPod for my upcoming birthday. If true, it will be cause for monumental rejoicing.
Brunch saw the arrival of an old roommate who somehow has been living in New York for almost a year without my knowledge. He is twenty two. And BOUGHT an apartment. And is renovating it himself. With his Master's in Architecture from Columbia. Apparently nobody told him that twenty-two year olds, new to the city, are contractually obligated to rent tiny apartments and dream for years of putting in new tile to replace the avocado-green disaster that is their bathroom. Twenty-fucking-two. Sigh.
The Canadian who came to brunch has apparently been rejected by The Shiv, which I find exciting because brunchtime conversation included a bit about how he actually prefers the look-and-feel of the Windows interface over that of the Macintosh. This opinion is so very laughable, and shines so poorly upon those who hold it, I do not mind in the slightest that he has been banned from our table in future.
Civilization III. Yes. Sea and I have been playing it in 6-hour shifts.
This week also promises a few more outings with the two boy-plates I have been spinning. I find that dreadfully exciting.
And finally, a little note of exultation just for me (and possibly for those few people who admit to playing D&D): This weekend contained my favorite bit of gaming of all time. Wherein we got all "meta," and were spoken to in real-life as if our real-life selves actually were facets of these world-saving heroes, and were told that we would be transported back to the "magical" versions of ourselves as soon as we walked out the apartment door. And (with apologies to Lerner and Loewe) for one brief shining moment -- I thought I could really do it. Really and truly the doubt and science and realism melted away and I felt that surge of excitement and power churn up and I thought it could actually happen. Thanks, Bear. I always did like moments of wonder.