We are experiencing technical difficulties.

That's a good song by the way.

Okay, what is with me and electronic devices these days? First my computer at home, now the automatic stapler here at work? What the hell? I mean, com'on! My computer is on the fritz at home. It won't work properly for the life of me. And don't ask me what's wrong either! I have no clue. Or at least not a well defined enough of one to try and explain it here in writing.

And now the stapler? Not that I can't live without it... I can staple by hand (or rather, by arm since that's the muscle that will hurt after a good while of operating a stapler) but maaan... this is getting ridiculous. It is eating the paper you put into it. lol. Yeah, that's funny. But not quite amusing. Well, okay, yes, it is. It's not my paper after all. But still. Wtf?


Oh, also, I am officially not allowed to eat Runts anymore. Why? BECAUSE I KEEP DROPPING THEM! WTF IS WRONG WITH ME!?

Seduction

"It's about seduction," Clark said to the shiny new faces in the auditorium, catching Ding's grin in the back of the room and cringing.

. . .

"Gee, Mr. C., does that mean seduction is okay?" Ding asked.

"Only when you get paid for it, Domingo."