After seeing this video, I'm going to get all the sticky notes out of the supply closet here at work, then I'm going to have my own sticky-note fun! Yeah! And I'm going to have a cool musical score in the background (score will most likely be the radio)! This will be the best afternoon ever!
Of course now that I look at my supply capabilities, I have only a faded yellow colour. My cavalcade of stickies would most closely resemble a stream of pee. That's not fun at all, methinks.
In any event, watch this video! It'll warm your heart, even if your heart is locked in your body, and that body is trapped in an office on a beautiful September day.
I haven't been posting with any respectable frequency lately, or anything that's even noteworthy or memorably. It's not my fault!
Of course in reality, it's absolutely my fault. I can't really post at work (although I am right now, because I have a few extra moments), and I can't at home because my computer isn't hooked up to the internets. My roommates' computers are, but they're all kinds of slow. And I'm too darn lazy to call up those Telus morons and get their monopolistic asses down to my house.
So yeah, all my fault. No news. No good updates. I suck.
Do you know what else sucks? Don LaFontaine passed away yesterday at the age of 68. You may not know Don by name, but you sure as hell know his voice. Basically every film trailer in the past few decades (over 5,000!) has had Don's voiceover talents in it, as well as over 350,000 commercials. The guy pretty much invented the rather auspicious and diabolical sounding "In a world..." opener, which is always my favourite thing to hear. After you hear "In a world", you're transported via movie magic to that world. Sometimes that world is bad. Sometimes it's kickass.
His voice is the kind of foreboding bellow that I've always aspired to, and it's a damn shame that he's gone. Of course, now there's a open spot for a movie trailer voiceover guy...
Farewell and Godspeed, Don. You'll always be in our world.
I am a proud member of the U of A's "7/1 Club" - 7 years, one degree. I am in a perpetual state of mediocrity, although grocery baggers at Safeway seem to disagree. I consider pennies to be useless, but cannot resist picking one off the street, for fear of missed good luck. I cannot tolerate ignorance, but I don't know anyone who is truly ignorant. Some seem to have issues with my acceptance of single life, I say it helps me with making hilarious voices.