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This week has been kind of a pain in my ass. I have all the next three Fridays off so I think each week will be an exercise in painful anticipation - is it Thursday yet? Also Ryan's birthday last night kicked off the December party train which is fun but would be much more fun were I not teetering on the edge of the Carpathian Death Flu everyone I know has right now. I think I'm getting sick backwards - I feel like resurrected death right now but I can just feel that the death part is still to come rather than mercifully skipped.

Tonight is Marni's Naughty Secret Santa party in Chinatown (naughty? who says naughty? John Parr, that's who. Both Ryan and Rudy do this impression of the video for his song Naughty Naughty, that involves recreating the dopplery echo effect of the car full of people shouting "naughty naughty" whizzing by. I highly recommend you check it out. It's quite a party pleaser, although with a fairly narrow audience. I actually can't hear someone say "naughty" without thinking of the Parr Video Doppler Effect (my new band name) but on the several occasions I've actually sung it out loud everyone just looks at me, somewhat scared. If I ever meet someone, besides Ryan or Rudy, who goes "John Parr video!" when that happens I will marry them on the spot. Or at least high five.). Rudy will be at tonight's party too so that will be two days in a row I've seen him. That's gotta unlock some secret passage to unspeakable evil somewhere in the universe.

Speaking of unspeakable evil (is that even possible?), I spoke to a gentlemen on the phone yesterday who said "I think [Workplace's application] is the worst invention since they invented guns to kill people with." Wow, that's really bad, sir. You really don't want your clients comparing your product to guns, or mentioning guns at all really. Back when I worked at the ISP where I met Ryan, I had a user threaten to "come over there and shoot you!" which is still, thank God, the worst thing a customer/client/user has ever said to me. I really bring out the best in people, huh? Or is it that they think I'm wuss enough to take it? Whatever dude, if a web application brings out a murderous rage in you, you've got bigger problems than I can solve.

Now that it's December both my Workplace and the building we're in have started holiday decorating with a vengeance. The area near my cube is dripping with ornaments and lights and tinsel. Today they put up a small tree (topped with a penguin in a Santa hat instead of a star, is this Linuxmas?) with lights and ornaments. Across from the tree is a table topped with: a silver menorah with blue flame-shaped lightbulbs, 4 wooden dreidels, 6 dreidel-shaped candles and a smattering of menorah and dreidel-shaped plastic confetti. It is the sad, sad Hanukkah Table.

Also sad: Nick Johnson Traded To Expos. I feel it's my fault for not loving him from the beginning. So so sad, I will miss him and his Babe Ruth face and his old school pants. Last night we were discussing new Red Sox manager Terry Francona, as in "Who in the hell is Terry Francona?" Ryan's description is, I believe, perfect: "that guy lives in the front pouch of curt's jockstrap."

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