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Monday, January 30, 2006

Just a little note of advice. If you're the type that thinks ping-pong is a game you play stoned in the afternoons in one of your friend's suburban, finished basements instead of, say, going to class. Well don't mention this to Mike B. In fact, don't even call it 'ping pong.'

Friday, January 27, 2006

Jenny Update

The bad news is that Mike H. had to supply this photo to the insurance agent to show what his new Jeep, Jenny, looked like before the fire. The good news is he told the guy that there were 600 bucks worth of power tools in the back when there really weren't and, guess what, they're sending him a check for six hundred big ones.

See the honeymoon celebration here.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

We don't like to call them perps or suspects. We call them bad guys. Because they're bad, for one, and they're generally guys. -- Mike G.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Todd: When I say I give you my word, I mean I give you my soul.
Thad: Because we're brothers, right, bro?
Todd: Blood brothers.
Thad: Like, as in I'd die for you and you'd die for me.
Todd: It's like you're reading my mind.
Thad: I think I love you, man.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Rumor has it that corporate has been keeping
a pretty close eye on Ted C.
I don't know about you but I smell promotion.

Monday, January 23, 2006

"It's called a gi, not a bathrobe. It's a uniform. And I get to wear it like this, mother, because I can kill people with my bare hands." ---Ted F.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

There's an old Japanese saying: the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

When he heard this, Todd G., swear to god, felt the top of his head to see if it was flat.

Friday, January 20, 2006

You're wondering if this is Mike, the guy who stood up from his cubicle one day and told his boss, across the office, that she shouldn't fucking talk to him that way, that he is a human being, that he doesn't deserve this, that he doesn't, believe it or not, get up in the morning hoping to fuck projects up. You're wondering if this is the same Mike who then told her that he was going outside to smoke and after that cigarette was done he was going to light one more and maybe, just maybe, after that he was going to consider coming back to this shithole of a job. You're wondering that, right? Well, it's not that Mike you're thinking of, it's a different Mike. Though they do look pretty similar, we'll give you that.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Hey Ladies, guess what? Mike T. can calculate the tip in his head.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Just wanted to pass along the good news about Mike H.'s new Jeep. Her name is Jenny, after girlfriend #7, and she's a real good ride. Had a funny thing with the starter about two weeks after he got her home, but that was under warranty and they fixed it, no problemo. So, I don't know, if you need a ride to the mall or something, or you just want to get out of the house and go for a spin, don't hesitate to give old Mike a call.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

We're talking capital-v Victory, here. Take no prisoners, wow the client, get that business done. We're talking Powerpoint presentations that make the jaw drop, spreadsheets that don't just dazzle, they impress, and leave behinds that don't get thrown away the minute you get in the car and drive back to the main office. If these things sound good to you, Ted L.'s most certainly your man.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Until he and his wife were leafing through their photo album this past Christmas, Todd M. had absolutely no idea that every photo he's ever taken of himself has a trash can in the background. Strange how even we are mysteries to ourselves.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Just wanted to pass along this little note from Ted C.: He wants his money, he wants it now. That nice guy thing, that's a thing of the past, jerko.

Friday, January 13, 2006

If you can't learn how to play chess, at least learn how to look like you're playing chess. This is one of those bigtime bits of wisdom you don't get from books, you get them from your dad. And Ted is one lucky son.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

"Make all the fun you want. But when you're looking for a pen, don't bother asking me because the answer's no." - Todd C.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

You're talking about a massive conspiracy. One that starts at the very top and winds its way all the way down to the bottom like some kind of virulent strain of kudzu. You're talking Dollars, Pesos, Swiss Francs flowing in and out of bank accounts from here to Iowa City. You're talking tracks being covered, files being burned, people being threatened. Or worse.

And there is one man, one man who just might be able to stop it. And that man's name is Mike. Mike S.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

It's been said that it's difficult to play pool well yet far more difficult to play pool badly. Don't tell this to Mike or it'll just make his head bigger.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Most of his friends secretely believe that all the good luck in Ted T.'s life started the minute the meteor fell in his backyard some six years ago.

Friday, January 06, 2006

It really sucks when, just before the project is due, the lead programmer starts talking about the Lombards massing at the border and then doesn't show up for work for, like, three days. This isn't exactly what Mike Z. did but it's not that dissimilar, either.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

On Monday night, between 11 p.m. and midnight,
Todd S. broke 13 of his 14 New Year's resolutions.
But that's not why his girlfriend's mad at him.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

One haiku a day
is the secret to success
says our friend Mike G.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Ted M.'s New Year's Resolution: To Rock And Then To Rock Some More.