Yeah, if you could go ahead and do the TPS reports, yeah.

Nananananananana… PENSIONS!
Crash! POW! WhAm! SocK!
Nananananananana… PENSIONS!

I work for a pension plan company. Please let me explain to you how every day is riveting. I get in at 8:30am where I, wait for it, wait for it, process applications! Hooray! And whenever I tell people this they always say, “What does that mean?” People! If I had a better descriptive explanation, I would give it to you, or do you think I’m holding out just for fun. I get pieces of paper in folders where I proceed to put the information on the piece of paper into the computer. I couldn’t tell you more than that. Its not that I don’t have time or anything, I really feel that I cannot tell you anything more.

Just like any office (please, no one should go without seeing Office Space) I’ve got the bluish-grey cubicles, the filing cabinets, they inexplicably chipper people. Oh, but what gets me the most – oh joy! – is unfunny people who have pipe dreams of hilarity.

Jones: “Hey Sputnik, did you finish that file?”
Sputnik: “No, the client forgot to fill in the date!”
Jones & Sputnik: “Geharr harrr, chuckle, spew…”

Unfunny.

At least its air conditioned and they don’t monitor your phone calls. Go team pensions.

It is not the spoon that bends, but only yourself...

Hey there sports fans! (for all of you who can't remember the 1980's, that's a Care Bears reference)

So here it is, my brand new blog, I finally gave in. However, this does not mean that my blog will be any good. I'm not certain what kind of direction it will take -- funny, contemplative, life update. I'll try to not overload on the prosetry since that's fairly annoying to read on the web.

If you're puzzled by the Blog title, take a look at Revelation 3:7-13, but I reveal no more of its significance than that. Aight.