Bloodborne Pathogens

A good friend of mine has two sisters. Both of them are talented artists. One of them has this webcomic, Bloodborne Pathogens, and it's really fantastic.

She's a barista, and her comic revolves around a coffee shop and its employees. Today, this one hit particularly close to home.

It's funny because it's true.

Insomnia Cookies

I am quite the night owl. My ideal sleeping schedule is between the hours of, say, 3 am and noon. I don't understand how people "leap" out of bed, eat breakfast, or expect me to have a conversation before I've made coffee and tamed my bedtime faux-hawk.

That said, my new found employment requires that I awake at hours I'd rather stay up til, and my sleep cycle is completely effed. Once I have a day off, like tomorrow, I revert back to staying up until the wee hours and reading various reviews of Twitter.

I realize insomnia is a prolonged ailment, and I presently just have too much on my mind or too much 2.0 bullshit to keep me occupied, but I thought I'd search around sites geared toward insomniacs.

It took me one search to find the site for Insomnia Cookies, and my search ended there. This business was started recently by University of Pennsylvania grads and works to provide college students with late night snacks. And they deliver.

Unfortunately, Insomnia Cookies are not available anywhere near my campus and, due to my aversion to looking utterly pathetic, I would never order cookies by phone late at night while alone in my apartment. Once they set up a more available and less embarrassing online ordering option, however, I am so buying milk and cookies at 1:00 in the morning.

Free Coffee

I am now employed as a barista at TostaCaffe. It's a bit of a trek, but you should come by for a delicious espresso or coffee drink. I am also quite adept at making those shakes with whip cream that people pretend are coffee (there is nothing in them but sugar sugar sugar).

Use this coupon, or I can pretend you're my significant other to receive drinks at a hefty discount.

Please, only one "special" friend a week as my fake relationship status (stati?) could become an awkward conversational topic at work.

TWITTING OUT or I've Become One of Those People

Great. Just great. Another site where my friends and I can make snarky comment updates and judge each other accordingly. Thank you, Twitter.

I looked at this site about a year ago when Bob Boilen made a Twitter account for NPR's All Songs Considered. My first reaction was, "Well, I guess I must do whatever Bob Boilen is doing because he's super rad."

I was deceived.

I'm paraphrasing, but his updates read something like this:
"im wiating to get inside this venue." (9.58pm)
"waiting to get interview with john v." (10.34pm)
"stupidassname [or the equivalent] is playing right now." (10.38pm)
"talking to john's managre" (11119rglkn)
"intervvie isas;f go" (10.ae)

So, what was the point of following my radio hero's Twitter account when I could hear a polished podcast 24 hours later? There wasn't one. Twitter was therefore stricken from my 2.0 daily checklist.

Until now.





Now that I work in an office where some people use it, and I have 21st Century ADDeficiency Disorder (a disease in which everyone must know what I am thinking and/or doing every second that I am awake), Twitter.com has become my next internet home. Second Life still seems weird, stupid, and creepy, but judging by this easy transition into yet another site that conjoins my real and online identities, it wouldn't take much for someone to convince me to become a really hot avatar saleswoman who actually never leaves her closet and survives on SpaghettiO's.

I've found friends with Twitter profiles that haven't been updated in months, but have since been awakened now that I've become a "Follower" of their updates. I actually see these people every day in person, but I will now encourage them to tell me anecdotes over the internet instead of during the time when we hang out (which will, from now on, be deemed "Quiet Time").

I'm becoming more and more connected to my world through grammatically poor sentences on a screen.



Internet. Hooray internet.

Update: You can follow my tweets here. Twitterphiles need not apply.

Bocce on the Brain

I played my first game of bocce ball this evening with Exit133. Lawn sports are usually not my thing, but I thought this game of "urban bocce" (i.e. no oyster shell court) was pretty fun. I did have my moments of frustration, mainly due to the poor weather, but I enjoyed it overall. Maybe I'll have to give croquet another shot...

If I ever pursued this pastime, this would be the set I'd purchase from Playboule.com:



And look at how much fun these people are having:


Fun with this amount of intensity must either come only with middle-age or being European.

Business Cards

This is a list of "70 Amazing Business Cards" from Fubiz.net.

After browsing through the pictures I have the urge to order some really expensive business cards. Who cares if I'm unemployed? Getting business cards may help my chances. With some of these designs, I'd probably get hired on the spot.

Here are some of my favorites:

Obama Claims Nomination

Is it finally over? Obama claims Democratic presidential nomination.