• Mrs. Paperboy is here doing some "analysis." i.e. - made up work to get some extra money in their pockets. She's been here for about three months and the only person that has the vaguest clue what she's doing is the paperboy. They used to be my next door neighbors. She used to mow the lawn in a bikini. And no, that's not as pleasant as you'd think. Her and I, we don't get along. She's moving into the cube next door. This could go very, very bad.
• Dad seems convinced that the bike should never be ridden anywhere beyond to work and back. Every time I mention taking a trip I get a list a mile long of things that could go wrong. I have an answer for everything he's said thus far. He remains convinced travel by bike is not possible. Mrs. NFB is gearing up to prove him wrong because she's even more contrary than I am with such things. I asked him if he thought I wanted a bike just to sit and stare at and he looks at me like I'm some kind of lunatic. This could prove interesting when we finally take that first trip outside the hour to two hour range. I wonder how much of this is him and how much of it is his wife constantly telling him we're going to die every time we go riding?
• The boss wants a bike now so he can hang with the other cool biker dudes in the department. We're steering him towards a little bike so we can accidentally leave him in the dust when we go riding. Knowing Destro, he'd want to ride lead in formation and keep looking back to see where everybody else wanted to go.
• I'm beginning to dread the continual cycle of people claiming they're sick of the political process then spending ten thousand words describing, in detail, exactly why they are sick of it. Day after day.
• Personal projects slowly being picked back up as the weather goes screwy this week. The next few weeks should see me get back on the Pup1 Be Good song recording and video editing. I'm looking at a Christmas release for Mrs. NFB.
• We had a dude a little over a year ago get fired for making odd threats. Things like, "I'm gonna go all Columbine on your ass." He had to be forcibly removed from the building when he was fired. Police were involved. Last week, he just walked in and started wandering the halls. When he was asked why he did that, his response was a cold, calm, "to see how long it takes before I kicked out." HR's response was basically, that makes sense. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together was like, "TO SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES BEFORE HE GETS KICKED OUT!" I'm kinda happy I sit in a back corner with the lights off most of the time.
• Dell's entering the sub-five hundred dollar laptop area. I can't wait until next year when I get a bunch of n00bs bringing me machines because they can't install Photoshop, the latest and greatest game, and/or office because they're just too damn weaksauce. It's a grand concept to have a portable internet terminal, but the general public is just going to see "cheap awesome computer" and not realize they're basically worthless for anything else. And then those of us who do realize it will be left to pick up the pieces. Thank dorg I typically tell people they can stuff their personal computer problems right up their nether regions these days.
• Metallica's new stuff - they still can't find it. The fanbois and clingers are TRYING to convince me it's awesome. But until I spontaneously start headbanging to one of them, it's not awesome. Dethklok can make me do it weekly with a new cartoon song. Metallica can't do it with three full-fledged studio songs. What's wrong with this picture? What's really terrific is the number of people telling me how great it is that they are finally getting back to playing awesome like they did on Load and ReLoad. I'm sorry, if that qualifies as "Metallica's getting back to their roots" then I want out.

Outz.