I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Happy Holidays from the Day Job

Okay, while I appear in this, I did not do the programing. So any snorting of drinks through your nose isn't my fault. Just warning you.

5 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Was that a moonwalk you were doing toward the end? ;-)

Steve Buchheit said...

I'm not completely sure what the whole intention of it was, nor why I'm the only one dancing with the only two cartoon characters.

Jim Wright said...

Good God, dude, you might have warned me. I spit good beer on the couch. You're quite the talented dancer there - but I couldn't tell if it was a jig, river dance, or St. Vitus dance.

Jim Wright said...

Oh, yeah. Reading the post, I see you did warn me. Still, it was perfectly good beer, damnit!

Steve Buchheit said...

Jim, sorry about that. I thought I was doing the shuffle kind of dance. I'm in the red shirt, which, as a SF person yourself, you know gives me the heebee jeebees. The guy in the blue outfit is my coworker Dan.

So, I guess whenever we meet, I owe you a beer. Soryr about the keyboard though.