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Everybody’s working for the weekend

At least I am. Is there anything worse than suffering through a hangover at work? No, I declare, no, there is not. Especially since I no longer work for a company that’s so old school it has PMS cots in the ladies’ rooms' foyers. (Is that correct construction? Oh who cares.) The fact is, I used to avail myself of their elementary-school-nurse comfort regularly. Now what do I have? An office, yes, but no place to become horizontal, unless it’s on the floor and well, the floor don’t look too hot. But, when it’s all you got, it’s all you got.

In celebration of the blasting headache I have, I have come up with a contest:

Name the most pointless scene in a movie ever (judged by me) and win something (picked by me).

For example (and now you can’t use this one): The volleyball game in Top Gun. What was its purpose? How did it further the plot? Not one iota, I tell you, not one.

Go!

5 Questions aka The Interview Game

We have been gratefully “interviewed” (see rules and restrictions at the bottom) by Leesepea. Wait, that's not the royal “we,” I meant me and Muffin.  My answers are in blue, Muffin's in Orange:

I NEED a bowling shirt

There are some things in this world that nobody should ever be above.  One of them is definitely bowling.  I love LOVE to bowl.  Now, that does not mean I'm good. No, I suck. Hard.  However, it is one of those rare sports that you can do better while drinking and, if you choose, smoking.  (The others of course are golf, darts and pool.) 

Anyway, everytime I go bowling I end up ranting and raving about how much fun it is.  That and how I need a bowling shirt with "Karl" embroidered on it or maybe a sweet bombshell to bowl in.

SO I went to West Seattle Bowl last weekend and, of course, was thinking about the brilliant post I was going to write about it, when this gal went and wrote a better essay.  I'd hate her, but she's too funny and good. 

Enjoy.