The State of the Anneion
Mar. 25th, 2005 09:23 pmWell, today proved to be full of things to keep me busy, so I was most pleased. When it comes to bad business processes, I get very intrigued. I came across such a thing today, and have been hunting it down like a dog. Unfortunately, it's not something I have direct dominion over, but it is an opportunity for my company to improve themselves. The tricky part is getting past the incompetents who have been letting this retarded process fly.
I stopped by Trader Joe's for some groceries for tomorrow night's Mutants and Masterminds session. Chicken Gyros shall be the dish I shall prepare. But it's more of a chicken wrap, now, since TJ's was stone cold (day-amn!) out of pita bread. Who would have thought? The communal consciousness demanded all of TJ's pita supply. So it's whole wheat tortillas for the lads.
The car is still drive-a-licious. It's a true pleasure to drive. I approach an understanding the Saturday Night Live commercial parody for the Mercury Mistress. Fortunately, my car lust stops shy of humping the poor new automobile. It's too smooth a ride, anyway. If it vibrated more...oh, nevermind.
I have been frittering with the navigation system. It does get cooler as I learn how to use it. It's adaptive!!! I (purposefully) missed a directive and it remapped a new path based on my altered location. Sweeeeetness. Last nights test of the Nav system was a pure Target distribution warehouse, and not a target store. But the directions to it were spot-frickin-on.
I found my Windows copy of Civilization III. Oh yes, I did. Preciousssssss.
But before I re-covet my precious Civ-trois, I have managed to clean the kitchen, and now I shall practice my percussive ways on zee drum kit of never-ending adventure.
I stopped by Trader Joe's for some groceries for tomorrow night's Mutants and Masterminds session. Chicken Gyros shall be the dish I shall prepare. But it's more of a chicken wrap, now, since TJ's was stone cold (day-amn!) out of pita bread. Who would have thought? The communal consciousness demanded all of TJ's pita supply. So it's whole wheat tortillas for the lads.
The car is still drive-a-licious. It's a true pleasure to drive. I approach an understanding the Saturday Night Live commercial parody for the Mercury Mistress. Fortunately, my car lust stops shy of humping the poor new automobile. It's too smooth a ride, anyway. If it vibrated more...oh, nevermind.
I have been frittering with the navigation system. It does get cooler as I learn how to use it. It's adaptive!!! I (purposefully) missed a directive and it remapped a new path based on my altered location. Sweeeeetness. Last nights test of the Nav system was a pure Target distribution warehouse, and not a target store. But the directions to it were spot-frickin-on.
I found my Windows copy of Civilization III. Oh yes, I did. Preciousssssss.
But before I re-covet my precious Civ-trois, I have managed to clean the kitchen, and now I shall practice my percussive ways on zee drum kit of never-ending adventure.