woo. i just got back from my company’s swank christmas lunch thing and i’m not exactly what you’d call sober, so excuse me if this is a little wak [i am picturing myself rereading this entry tomorrow and cringing]. the lunch itself wasn’t as bad as i expected, though it wasn’t the kind of thing i’d like to do every day. we went to this überitalian restaurant on sixty third street - the menu was entirely in italian [would have been nice to have jim there to translate, but then when do i not wish jim were there when he isn't?], but whatever i ended up ordering, it was good. the president of the company did a toast and talked to each of us for a while, and the talk got sillier as we all got a little drunker. spencer and chris skipped out early because of a “problem with the webserver” [you can't see, but i'm making those little quotey mark gestures with my fingers right now] leaving me abandoned at my side of the table - at which point my boss took the opportunity to invite me to her table, with all the other people from my company that i don’t know. but it was okay. and we at least got out of the office for three hours.

i was going to go do a little xmas shopping last night with the money from my bonus, and maybe get myself some boots, but when six o’clock rolled around i just really wanted to go home and see jim, which is exactly what i did. had some connection issues, so i couldn’t do any work, but i did play a lot of thps2. it’s fun, it is. my current custom skater is a scrawny kid with a red mohawk and a black hoodie who’s really good at landing and at balancing on rails. go me. heehee - jim created a custom skate park, which meant he defined various areas of it where certain tricks are worth certain amounts of points and what not - anyway, i was exploring it last night, and came across a section just begging for an elaborate series of grind tricks [which jim knows i like] - i went ahead and did them, only to discover he’d named it ‘you are sexy’, knowing i’d be unable to resist its grindy allure and would trigger the message. he so cute!

i’m so not in the mood to work right now. let this be a lesson to you, kids: alcohol and html [or javascript, or css for that matter] don’t mix. i wouldn’t really mind, except i’ve got a lot to do - i’ve got a friday deadline for a project at work [i'm not even going to be here friday] and i’d like to finish the new penny arcade site before i leave for boston [obscenely early saturday morning. it might even count as friday night].

this just in: red bull is both overpriced and nasty. plus its caffeine content is negligable. my conclusion: what a stupid drink! why spend your money on that absurdity when you could be enjoying the classic caffeination of jolt, or even saucy newcomer to the neural stimulation scene whoopass. jesus crispy christ [as tycho so elegantly phrased it recently - even if he is a traitorous red bull supporter], even go-go’s got to be a more worthwhile beverage. [that said, the only beverage affecting my consciousness right now is good ol' heineken.]

they had these breadsticks at lunch - but they weren’t the soft, squishy, breadlike type of breadsticks, oh no! no ordinary, pedestrian breadsticks, these. they were the long skinny crackery type breadsticks that make really good lightsabers. never underestimate the power of the dark side!

one other thing: all of you should go vote for the adorable hepkitten on the hardnews cam portals. why? because i fucking said so, duh.