I was just attacked by a dust devil at the end of lunch. Very annoying. I closed my eyes in anticipation, and upon opening them, discovered I was covered in tiny bits of trash detritus.

The weekend was as follows: Thursday night I got a chance to hang out with some ephs I hadn't seen in a few months (the werkzian party drought definitely needs to end soon) capped off with Chipotle. Friday night I hung out with Meat and Loaf courtesty free tickets to a Mystics game which was neither "free" nor "a game". The tab pushed up super-high, so we topped our fiscal damage by retiring to 18th street lounge, followed by additional craziness later. I ended the evening, soaked to the bone, with some ratchet and clank love around four in the morning. Saturday I caught the latest Harry Potter film followed by a period of absolutely nothing, followed by some misadventuring on the Link. I wasn't a happy camper. Sunday things got much better early on, then settled down to a fairly innocuous period of continuous buffy-watching and burger-eating. Followed by hotdog-eating and more buffy-watching. Which brings us to today.

My compartmentalization skills are back in working order, I'm happy to say. Would that my level of sleep matched it.

On the positive side of things, my office is off this Friday because of Ronnie dying. So I can apply the day I was going to take off to another day. Or simply rotate it back into the lineup...

The dust devil experience has been partially mollified by the consumption of pink cheesecake. Which was actually key lime pie. Which was actually just pink cream in a gingerbread crust. My co-worker must not know what "cheesecake" actually is. Bizarre.

werkz advice: go see it.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is, as many have said, the best film of the three produced so far. The addition of Gary Oldman (as Sirius Black) is welcome, and although the plot does wind on a bit, the visuals are the best of the three movies, including a very cool double-climax. Go check it out today.

What could be better than a creepy movie with Alan Rickman in it? What about a creepy movie with Alan Rickman and Gary Oldman? The new Harry Potter is excellent.

More Scripps-Howard Spelling Bee love today. But work has been unbelievably busy. So no posts for now.

The spelling bee is being held in the hotel next to my office. I snuck in during my lunch break and snapped a few pictures. While there, three kids got knocked out (those words are tough!) and two managed to survive, one of whom actually talked out of his ass for his word. It was clear he had no clue how to spell it and just winged it. When he nailed it, no one was more surprised than he was. Props to you, young smartass.

Work has been super crazy today, with about fifty different projects running into one another. Hence the lighter posting. That and I'm still not 100% on the health department.

The image currently above is taken from a picture of a mini-golf course in Ocean City. This giant tan inca-looking statue would pontificate on the 18th hole about how you did. Instead of the normal 18th-hole-earns-free-game business, it appeared to be a lackluster combination of skee-ball and mini-golf, so you had to pay attention to where you got it in in order to score properly. Of course, all plans gang aft agley as soon as Jill's ball went into the skeeballeighteenthhole area and didn't actually fall into one of the holes. Way to go, idiotic Incan god. And why is an Incan god in a pirate-themed mini-golf place? Perhaps it was supposed to be Mayan, but there definitely weren't any pirates in the Popul Vuh the last time I checked. And it certainly couldn't have been Aztec. The placement of the god was odd no matter how you look at it. Oh, Jill beat me at golf, despite my typical improvement on the back nine. Grr.

If you want some more fun, be sure to check out the sand jesus picture taken on the same day. Or just head over to the often updated picture project two.

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So I pick up the phone at work when it rings, because it's super late, and the following exchange occurs:

Hello, this is Kaiser Associates.

Hey, it's Steve!

Um, yes, this is Kaiser Associates. Whom do you wish to speak to?

You.

I'm sorry, who is this again?

Dean.

...long pause on both ends...

I'm sorry, I don't get it.

Did you get the check I sent you?

Um, this is Kaiser Associates.

I must have the wrong number.

Yes, er, um. Have a good day.

What a weirdo.

I came up with a really good idea on the metro last week. It's called "White Blood". And I played too much Ratchet and Clank 2 yesterday for my own good.

It's really much too nice outside to be stuck in the office. And there's tons of work to be done. Grr. I have a whole host of pix to throw up, tons of code needs to be...er...coded, and there's plenty of interesting stories to share. Back to drudgery. My spirits are lifted enough to bang into the ceiling. Repeatedly.

I'm back.

It turns out Bush is violating the DC Firearm Law. Wouldn't it be sweet if Tony Williams sent in the DC Police to the White House to round up Bush? Man...that's be awesome.