Notes from the Homogeneous Zone:

In the hallway at work, three people experienced something I missed as I rounded the corner. The one jock-ish salesman-y guy (whom I had previously dismissed because he seems like an asshole) said "Oh my god! that was the funniest thing I have ever seen!" to the two others, laughing heartily. And you know what? Somehow I believed him. I thought about how it would be nearly impossible for me to see the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life in this building. But possibly, if I had seen the hilarious incident in question, it might have been the funniest thing I have ever seen in that particular hallway. This gives me hope and I am now looking forward to more specifically located comedic events at work.

Also noteworthy to mention is that two days this work-week I wore sneakers all day at the office.
me: 2
corporation: 0


My favorite news item of the day:

There is a perfectly calm, rational explanation for this...

In other news, I have the hots for a priest. I met him long ago, just before I left for Ireland. His name is Father Peter Clifford and re-acquaintance with him has been sweet and long overdue. Though I know we could never be together, this has not stopped me from imagining him lustily stripping off his clerical collar only for me.



Of course, I got a little upset when I found out accidentally that he leaves after series 3. This was not meant to happen, I was not supposed to know. So naturally having been exposed to that tiny bit of information, I HAD to read the episode synopses right away. Someone should be in charge of DVD special features, so that people like me do not find out confidential details (spoilers) - um, confidential drama series details that reveal seasons worth of plot that should have taken weeks (okay, let's face it - days) to find out. Details that lead them on wild goose chases all over google. Wild goose chases that lead them to an older non-Father Peter Clifford holding a monkey. Somewhere on the internet my wildest dreams lay dormant and unfulfilled...



In conclusion, I decided to change my pants tonight before going to meet up with some people at a neighborhood dive bar. I grabbed some jeans (only one of two pairs of pants that I wear regularly), slipped them on and noticed they were damp. With only a few minutes to catch the bus, I kept the jeans on but the damp sensation (and memory) stayed with me. There is no rational reason why my jeans would be damp - they were on the topmost shelf of my closet organizer, free from random spills or errant cat urine. I'm without an answer.