Good luck, Allyson.

Jam soda. With an unsweetened enough jam, this could be delightful.

looks at Allyson's work schedule and is afraid for next week, when my offices move.

All good getting the job thoughts coming your way, Allyson.

I am moving offices this Friday (I just found out on Monday!) and it is driving me crazy. We have a building operations manager who manages all of this, but he has a real wait and see attitude. Like "wait and see if you have room for a desk for your student worker" and "wait and see if there will be a color printer on the same floor as you when 40% of your job is making and printing color flyers".

I have made a ground plan of my new office and determined that there is not only room for a small desk for my student, but another table and a bookcase. Now to see if I can have any of those things!

I got to get my bitch on and make the leasing manager (refusing to negotiate the lease, but then, I don't think she's clever enough to have an original thought) put me through to the property manager, who is going to try to clear some sort of deal through the regional office.

eta: gah I should not compose posts when on the phone.

Property manager is the one who went to bat for me with all the a/c bullshit.

We'll see.

Lots of job~ma, Allyson.

Roger Ebert brings the funny: Thoughts on Bill O'Reilly and Squeaky the Chicago Mouse

The whole thing is good, but this is the best part:

Bill, I am concerned that you have been losing touch with reality recently. Did you really say you are more powerful than any politician?

That reminds me of the famous story about Squeaky the Chicago Mouse. It seems that Squeaky was floating on his back along the Chicago River one day. Approaching the Michigan Avenue lift bridge, he called out: Raise the bridge! I have an erection!

Virtual graffiti. I wonder what the technology is that allows stencilling.

Typographic portraiture.

Those are cool -- and make me think of Al Hirschfeld's NINA, which he put in all of his drawings.