Dear Folks
If you’ve never seen me outside of work, and you call me about what patch is required to fix your rebooting problem, don’t spend the downtime while I’m thinking to ask me pointed questions about my personal life. If you were in it, you’d have all the information you need. If you’re not, and there’s something that I wanted you to know, I’d probably tell you.

Otherwise, if I don’t feel that it’s your business, I’ll politely sidestep you, and then you can assume whatever the fuji you want and dish it to all your gossipy co-workers as if it were any of your business.

Let me know when you graduate from high school so that I can get some work done.

When in doubt, Link
Since I really have nothing to say, I provide links of joy for later amusement.

Shatner’s got a new album. It’s no transformed man…or is it. See for yourself: ShatnerHasBeen.com

I found a new site to waste time on called Screenhead.com that could easily be mistaken for boingboing.net‘s evil twin brother.

On it I found C-Mon & Klypski’s who do a really old school-sounding DJ song called “shittybum” (link) which I really enjoyed. It reminded me of something from the Beat Street days.

On C-Mon & Klypski’s site, they also explain “Clocktaves”:

“A ‘Clocktave’ is a note scale to scratch with, with a range of 2 to 4 octaves. The notes of the octaves are divided between exactly ONE rotation of a record so when you look at the record as if it were a clock, the root note of the scale will always appear at, let’s say 12 o’ clock, depending on where you have your orientation sticker or marker.”

I had no idea. So the DJ essentially uses the turntable as a musical instrument, rolling the record to the notes that he or she wants. They provide some pretty kick ass examples, too. Tell me your not amazed by “All four” from this page.

Note: I accidentally hit ‘replace’ instead of ‘ignore’ when spell checking, and “whatever the fuck” became “whatever the fuji.” I laughed enough thinking of walking around my apartment saying “Oh what the fuji!” that it had to stay.

Dear Jon
I joined a new gym after 2 awesomely flabby months off.

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