No line on the horizon
BLUE GUY IS STANDING 10 FEET AWAY FROM MY CUBICLE. This could be it, internet!
He's leaving... what do I...
FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BOLD!!
....okay I'm back. I'm okay. I followed him downstairs but then he just hung around talking to some woman for like ten minutes. I think he knew I was catbirding him, too. Blue Guy has eyes on the back of his blue head.
Frick. To be continued, internet.
Now lookit: there are more than enough ways for people to get instantaneously in touch with me. MORE THAN ENOUGH. If I get one more BlackBerry Messenger add request, I am going to throw spitballs at a person. Email to both my work and personal account, plus SMS, Facebook, and voice, all come to my BlackBerry. Adding a sixth contact mechanism through the same single device strains credulity. I am available. Enough already.
I must now regretfully declare the U2 of the 21st century a shitty band, which is a sadness to me, because even when they were shitty in the 90s, they were still kind of awesome. No Line on the Horizon = third boring CD in a boring row.
Comments
Matt - are you there?
Posted by: D- | March 4, 2009 2:38 PM
Yeah I'm right here.
Posted by: tederick | March 4, 2009 2:40 PM
But where is the third comment?
Posted by: D-Coc Origin Style | March 4, 2009 5:26 PM
You have made it.
Posted by: tederick | March 4, 2009 5:35 PM
But the Tabulant Device said already, when I arrived, that there were three.
Posted by: D-Coc Origin Style | March 5, 2009 12:48 AM
Yes. We knew you were coming.
Posted by: tederick | March 5, 2009 8:33 AM
HA!!!! That kills me.
Posted by: Caitlin | March 5, 2009 2:46 PM