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Dentist. No cavities. Go Me. (Didn't get a little toy, though. Waaah.)

DSL sucks. Consultants who live in a world of "Just Make A Call And Make Something Happen" should be exiled to a place where cellphones don't work and everyone around them speaks only Esperanto. And have the air let out of the tires on their Lexuses. (Lexi?)
I'm not going to bother excorciating Verizon, because after two and a half years the luster is off--there's not the slightest hope that any of the fond images we come up with are ever going to actually happen. But I do hope they die screaming, with pus dripping out of their lacerated bowels.

Still itchy. Dried calomine is particularly unattractive. Suspect that sewing motivation will be way low tonight, and I'll just want to dick around with mp3s. Must...be...strong..

God Bless Modern Pharmaceuticals

Well, it's not joy juice, but Evil Pez Drink at least meets the minimum requirements. I'm now awake and vaguely competent and sending reams of mail to people who have been languishing in the queue. Go Me.

LA LA LA LA Card 2 in NYCQNYLI is fucked again LA LA LA Thank you Focal LA LA LA LA

Eli found the cream of the 50s industry-pushing flicks on archive.org: it's actually called "Your Company Here" and it's from a production house who made a generic movie about Our Great History, Our Bright Future, and how Your Product Here is the flower of one and the example of the other. The idea was that it cuts Your Company's ad costs because you don't have to pay for a lovingly-crafted movie specifically for you; just pay a pittance for the generic one and they plug in Your Company and Your Product. We are still not 100% convinced that this isn't some joke, but it really seems to be genuine. "Boggle" doesn't begin to cover, let me tell you.

How to utterly rout the creative muse

1. Discover that the poison ivy rash has decided to break out all over your face, making you look infinitely worse than the most acne-afflicted teen you can remember for high school.

1a. ...only a few days before you're planning to tryst with a lover you get to see maybe once a year.

2. Get mail from someone who sends mail midday Monday saying where owed payment for a thing is to be sent, and it's required by the following Sunday (now, we all know that there isn't mail delivery on Sunday, so that should read "by Saturday"; and so it won't go out til Tuesday morning at earliest because the checkbook is at home in the desk drawer; and do we believe the post office will be so good as to deliver something cross-country in four days?) or else interest will start accruing each day--but who does not make any provision for anything but mailing a check. Oh, unless you want to pay extra.

2a. ...and realizing you have to spend most of your vacation in close proximity to this person.

Addendum

Calamine burns when you put it on your face.

I don't think I can punk out of work tomorrow, even if the rash gets worse. Even aside from the whole lack-of-time-off issue, I need to get Matthew his shirt, and stuff. This, of course, means I won't be able to make up the time I lost tonight working on my project.