who’s yer april fool?

You know, I didn’t hear a single peep about april fool’s day this year. Its like our entire culture forgot the custom this year – or conversely, it’s like I just had my head so far down that I managed to miss the entire thing. I don’t know which it was. I remember years back, […]

You know, I didn’t hear a single peep about april fool’s day this year. Its like our entire culture forgot the custom this year – or conversely, it’s like I just had my head so far down that I managed to miss the entire thing.

I don’t know which it was.

I remember years back, working for Sun Micro, when April First was the high point of our corporate year. Each year a bizarre prank would be played on Sun’s top execs, from car-in-pond to pond-in-office to office-in-pond. Brilliant, elaborate pranks, like getting Bill Joy’s new fararri onto a platform in the middle of a pond, or wiring a full, working office in the middle of that same pond for Eric Schmidt – he had to be ferried out in a row-boat, but once there was able to answer email and make phone calls. They’d strung power and ethernet under the water so it came up through the floor of the platform.

There was many of these over the years, and it’s one of the reasons I loved working at sun, though eventually, as always happens with big corporations, the fun got sucked out of the culture and the pranks stopped.

So what happened? Were they brilliant pranks I just missed? Or am I right in my assessment that the pranksters seemed to have taken a holiday this year?

Fuck Monday

I won’t sing that song but you know the song I mean. God, I don’t want it to be monday. I’ve been trying to drag my sorry ass up outta the chair to get dressed for work for at least a fuckin’ hour and I can’t face the idea. I’m in that irritating place where […]

I won’t sing that song but you know the song I mean.

God, I don’t want it to be monday. I’ve been trying to drag my sorry ass up outta the chair to get dressed for work for at least a fuckin’ hour and I can’t face the idea. I’m in that irritating place where I’m mostly well but don’t have my energy back; I feel enough better that I’m happy about being better, but not enough better that I can deal with picking up the loose ends I left lying around last week.

I keep thinking about swaying palm trees and tropical breezes and a delicious, Beautiful island girl by my side. Someone fetch me a coconut full of rum and then rub some oil on my shoulders, hmmm?

Ok. Here’s me getting into my jeans and going to work. Really. Any second now. Watch me go. That’s it.

Really this time. I mean it.

*sigh*