When I Grow Up

An addition to the list of People I Want To Be When I Grow Up:

Mark McKinney. Not only worthy of rescue from the Studio 60 Island of Death, but insanely enjoyable in Slings and Arrows. I don't remember his years on Saturday Night Live, but there's the whole Kids in the Hall thing. I'm adding him to the emulation list, which needs reviewing anyway.

By the way, if you haven't watched Slings and Arrows, you're doing yourself a disservice of the highest order.

Oh, and I broke my foot over the weekend.

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Oh, I Almost Forgot

Victory Right - Chicago 2016! Wooo!

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File That Under I for "Ideas, Terrible."

Well. I'm about 10 minutes into the MI-5 episode I was referring to yesterday, and I've been distracted by actual work about 35 times. Joe was right, this is a lot of work, and the reward is minimal. Nevertheless, I will perservere.

I don't think I'll be doing this regularly, though. It seemed like a fun way to kill time, but it's pretty detail-oriented, if you want to make the show seem like something you'd actually like someone else to watch.

I have to go figure out why we aren't paying our invoices to Ice Mountain now.

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Fine. I Used the Wrong Word. I Admit It.

I did want "Lexi-" something, for my last post. Josh (in the comments) was at least half right. Another definition for lexicography is "the principles and procedures involved in writing, editing, or compiling dictionaries." Which, with a little bit of fudging, could count, because I want to compile a dictionary full of weird stuff. What I wanted was ... lexicality, perhaps? Well, this post went directly to hell in a handbasket. Thanks, Josh.

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In Other News...

Apparently, there's something that makes the core of the Hancock Building a total wind-tunnel. You can't feel it in the standard elevators, but it's like they're testing the aerodynamics of the service elevator. And the drop in pressure is so precipitous in the emergency stairwells, that one can't actually close the doors, if one were to open the door to see what the sound of rushing wind is coming from.

So that's interesting.

Also interesting is that, since I was bundled up like Tenzig Norgay this morning, it now looks like I stole Barry Melrose's hair. Let me tell you, this is not a good look for me. Barry can get away with it, but I don't believe that I can. Clearly, I need a haircut.

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