Look, I love Star Wars as much as the next guy, but spending $500 pet ticket to see it a week before everyone else is kind of, well, atrocious. Speaking of atrocious - did anyone spell check that article? “Mofie” and “outfyts” were the most egregious errors I noticed. Maybe it was written by a wookie on crack?

Out of work Wookie editors protest me

I cut my finger off today.

That’s not actually what happened, and my thumb is more or less intact, although there was a nasty little bleeder that has left my dark-green uniform shirt stained.

See, I was cleaning the slicer, and it’s a miniaturized version of what you’d see in the deli section of a grocery store. It’s smaller, with red knobs to adjust various functions. I’d taken off the hand-guard and the slice guard, and instead of cleaning away from the blade, I actually did the opposite, and even though the shelf was level with the blade, the slicer tasted my blood.

First thing I was told when I walked into this shop over two years ago: “Sooner or later, that slicer’ll get you.”

Fuckin’ thing. (This is actually the third time I’ve been cut by the slicer, and this is I think the fourth slicer we’ve had since I’ve been here).

In other news — still no job notices posted to the USPS website. I’m moderately worried that I might get hired by UPS before USPS posts anything — of course, that’s a big ‘might’ right there — but that is a risk I think I might have to run. I do need to get some jeans before the 23rd, as specified by the UPS factory tour. Woo-hoo?

Generally, comment spammers try to say something nice about your blog so that you might not notice they’re comment spammers. So I was a little surprised to find a comment spam that read, simply, “fuck you!” when I logged in to moderate. It’s a clever new tactic, and the nondescript author name helps … hell, I had to visit the homepage to make sure it was from a spammer (of course, that they posted a comment to a 6-month old thread should have alerted me).

Anyway. You live, you learn.

Dave Chapelle is craaaazy! Uh, no, not like a fox, well, maybe like a fox some times, but, really, he’s crazy.

“Either you’re really tall, or I’m a little too short to be a Stormtrooper.”

“I swear to god, I don’t care what Lord Vader ordered, if this guy says ‘can you hear me now?’ one more time, I’m going to beat him to death with the Ewok that stole my bike.”