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.
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, 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.
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Was that a moonwalk you were doing toward the end? ;-)
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.
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.
Oh, yeah. Reading the post, I see you did warn me. Still, it was perfectly good beer, damnit!
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.
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