Tyop, redux

Today Mr Baskerville was on the phone to a client, making corrections directly to an ad. He was tired, and frankly, not feeling the love for work. One of the corrections was to change a set of initials.  It was noisy in the office, and he could not hear very well, so requested verification for the edit.

Mr B: S for Sugar?

Client: No, (mumble)

Mr B: F? F for Fuck You?

Client:......ah, yes.

Seriously, that was the only word Mr B could think of beginning with F. Clearly, Mr B is F-d.

I'm too sexy for Hallowe'en

I am googling ideas for hallowe'en costumes. There sure are lots of 'sexy' costumes out there. But I just do not feel comfortable showing up to a party as a:

school girl
Heidi
kitten
genie
playboy bunny
sexy prisoner ? huh?
naughty nurse
cheerleader
ms. claus
someone carrying a whip, cuffs, sword, etc.
candy striper
stripper

What I really want to do is wear a box, so just my head pops out of the top and my legs out the bottom.

I could also be a bag of garbage. So instead of wearing a big box, I would wear a garbage bag and stuff it with paper.

Sexy? I think so. Whatever happened to leaving something to the imagination?

I am encouraging more ideas for my costume. The theme is FREE and EASY. (Not me, my costume).

The Big Chill

If coming into work on Monday morning wasn't bad enough, today the furnace is not working. Our glorious leader may have forgotten to pay the heating bill, or perhaps this is simply another cutback.

Mr Baskerville is an ice cube.

It is very difficult to type or manipulate a mouse while wearing gloves. It took 2 hours to make this posting.

My Head is Full

A crazy week, with lots of information crammed in (in a good way). My head is full. I couldn't even nap today because my head wouldn't let me.

Friends

is on so much during the day and night!

Obscura

Mr Baskerville received this email early this morning, in regard to a body-painted woman about to appear in the newspaper:

"Can you Photoshop Ms XX's nipples into obscurity? Especially the piercings"

Mr Baskerville was then forced to send this email:

"Shall I obscure the aureola as well?"

He then spent the next half hour with a pair of breasts filling his screen. It was discomboobulating.

I am very mature.

And no, I haven't heard of 'night soil' either.

Sleep

I used to be good at it. Now I am not. Perhaps doing nothing all day is just not tiring me out enough to get to sleep at night. Nothing is on TV at 12:45 AM.

Long Week

Still unemployed, still failing my course.

Revenge!!!

Today Mr Baskerville managed to disconcert one of his arch-enemies.

When asked if the production department could make hyperlinks from ads to client's websites, Mr B was able to say, very cheerfully, that Mrs Eaves was the only one of us who knew how to do that.

The arch-enemy scurried from the department

Where is Mr. B?

Oldies

As soon as one is passed age 30, it’s tough. Things change very fast. I have recently noticed some funny comments that either I, or a friend, in my presence, have said. If we were caught saying such things, a couple of years ago, we would be the source of much ridicule. But now that we are oldies….

“Please slow down, I can’t walk that fast, my back is sore.”

“I can’t wear normal shoes. They provide no support.”

(After eating pizza and drinking a couple of beers) “I have major gas, my stomach is killing me. Do you have any antacids?”

“What? We have to walk over the bridge?”

Please add in your comments, don’t pretend you don’t have any.

Failure

I am unemployed and I failed my first paper. How is this possible? I have never failed an assignment before.
boo hoo.

Sad

It is horrible
now Mrs Eaves is not here.
Too poo to haiku.

Like a Cat

Napping is not new to me, but I have discovered a new and better way to do it. Yesterday, I working on my computer and I started getting chilly. I went into my bedroom to get a blanket, only to notice a large sun patch on my bed. Perhaps it is because I have been napping at the wrong time, or maybe because the sun rarely shines, I have never seen a sun patch on my bed. I promptly laid in the sun patch, to warm up. Two hours later, I woke up.