Lesson learned...

Lesson for today... do NOT call your epee a hobo stick... it will snap sometime later that night.

Workin Overnight

So I come up with this song when I was working last night... it is sung to the Banana Boat Song (you know... DAY-o). The second verse is really only funny if you work at Target, cuz otherwise you don't know what I am talking about. I get really weird (well okay, more weird than normal) at 4:30 in the morning.

Day-o... Day-o... Daylight come and me wan go home...
Day.. me say day-o... Daylight come and me wan go home.

Work all night, I pull stock down.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Work at night, I don't go out no town.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Come Mr. Leader Man, tell me not to chat.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Come Mr. Leader Man I hit you with a bat.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*

Day.. me say day-o... Daylight come and me wan go home.
Day.. me say day-o... Daylight come and me wan go home.

Dese is broke, put in the chargeback cart.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Push de challange, it break me heart.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Come Mr. Leader Man, don't make me push pets.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
Cursin at the Leader Man like I got terets.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*

Day me say day, me say day me say day-o.
Daylight come and me wan go home.
Day Day-o. Daylight come and me wan go home.

Work for Target, sell my soul.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*
They pay less, but expect more.
*Daylight come and me wan go home*

Day-o... Day-o...... Daylight come and me wan go home.

Hobbit Holes

Well... I never thought I would see that day that I would turn down an apartment because the ceiling is only 3 inches above my head. Seriously, if I had slapped a cloak on and pulled out a sword, I could have reinacted the entire first quarter of The Lord of the Rings in this place... my preeeeeecious... *gollum...gollum*. Quick... I must find Mount Doom. Lol... anyway the search continues... I may have found a rather small studio above some detached garage... I am going to look at it this weekend. I just gotta remember that eventually I will have a real house, a home... mi casa if you will... but not yet. Now is the time for small apartments and squatting when needs be.

On a food note, a couple of us from the fencing club have started Wed. night dinners. I cooked a magnificent feast of Pesto Penne noodles and chicken. I do have to say that my cooking skills are rather spectacular. If anybody wants to put that to the test, come on out to good ol' PDX and we'll Iron Chef right there and then. The secret ingredient is.....

And now for something completely different.

Name the lyric and you win a prize.
"These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever."