Saturday, April 14, 2012
Knittin' Crap: Away Mission, Day 5
My sr. officer director did not return as scheduled yesterday with the Red Shirt, or even report in send an email. This means I will also be without a surrogate target on my own away mission trip to HQ next week. As it's currently a disaster zone major pollen locus up there, I'm a goner.
Labels:
finger puppets,
knittin' crap,
star trek,
whiteboard jungle
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Knittin' Crap: Away Mission, Day 2
The sr. officer director did send a short communication email after my last report post, giving no indication of distress. However, we are still analyzing the message for an encoded update in case he was forced to send it under duress. One officer group manager has postulated that the sr. officer director may be part Romulan, in which case we will have to re-evaluate our interpretation of his messages.
Labels:
finger puppets,
geeky,
knittin' crap,
star trek,
whiteboard jungle
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Knittin' Crap: Away Mission, Day 1
Labels:
finger puppets,
geeky,
knittin' crap,
star trek,
whiteboard jungle
Monday, April 9, 2012
Knittin' Crap: Life of a Red Shirt
Saturday: Faceless Red Shirt #1 comes into being.
Monday morning: Bring Red Shirt #1 to office. RS#1 narrowly escapes encounter with desktop creeper:

Monday, throughout the day: I learn to type while wearing a finger puppet.
Monday afternoon: My boss3 asks if I have a Star Trek finger puppet handy. I say yes and produce Red Shirt #1. He asks if he can borrow him this week for his trip to headquarters for a meeting with his boss. I say ok. Monday, 5 minutes later: I start to wonder if Red Shirt #1 will come back in one piece, or have a giant scorch mark on its chest.
Monday, late afternoon: I miss the nameless, faceless Red Shirt #1 already.
Monday morning: Bring Red Shirt #1 to office. RS#1 narrowly escapes encounter with desktop creeper:
Monday, throughout the day: I learn to type while wearing a finger puppet.
Monday afternoon: My boss3 asks if I have a Star Trek finger puppet handy. I say yes and produce Red Shirt #1. He asks if he can borrow him this week for his trip to headquarters for a meeting with his boss. I say ok. Monday, 5 minutes later: I start to wonder if Red Shirt #1 will come back in one piece, or have a giant scorch mark on its chest.
Monday, late afternoon: I miss the nameless, faceless Red Shirt #1 already.
Labels:
finger puppets,
knittin' crap,
star trek,
whiteboard jungle
Friday, April 6, 2012
News: Why I'm Joining Friendface!
I haven't bashed on Facebook for awhile, so here are some funny, and at least one creepy, themed items.
Funny:
Funny:
see more Lolcats and funny pictures, and check out our Socially Awkward Penguin lolz!
see more epicfails- Chuck (or is that Beans?) is looking for me, I just know it...
- Facebook offshores its picture moderating, giving people who get paid less-than-crap and undergo little to no criminal background checks access to your account.
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