My first even entry of the m*ll*n**m, as Nigel would put it. Feel the love.

I started a new assignment today at CT, the corporate behemoth that's employed the Boy for quite a significant chunk of the last couple of years. Yet whereas he was a pallet-head (warehouse personnel), I'm a paper ape (transportation clerk)...so it's not too freaky-like. I didn't have any responsibilities as of quitting time today, but they seem ready to unleash me on some sort of freight report as soon as they themselves figure out how to do things in a new system.

Translated out for those who got bored halfway through the last paragraph, I spent 7 1/2 hours reading tiny numbers off many pieces of paper and feeding them into various computer programs. Sound familiar? It should.

But it keeps me in glitter & dark lipstick, so what cause have I to fret?

Speaking of apes, paper and otherwise, my betrothed has discovered a new candidate for what he considers the funniest moment ever committed to celluloid: the fight scene in George of the Jungle where Shep the elephant accidentally hits Abe the ape's crotch with a thrown coconut.

"Ahhh! My groin!!"
- george c. scott, man getting hit with football

This, of course, fits in rather well with the mood of Froghopper Nook in recent days. One of Q & Pixie's friends somehow ended up with a shirt that says "FART" with a large red "no" symbol over the single word message. Q insists on wearing it around the apartment, and Pixie has made it her mission in life to "lose" the shirt while changing the litter box liner.

Several times a day, one can, if one wishes, get into a loud (if giggly) conversation debating the value of the shirt and the message it proclaims. Q stoutly maintains that the shirt is the greatest thing mankind has ever produced. I disagree. The Boy insists that my anti-shirt position is tantamount to a "pro-fart position." Again, I disagree.

It is, quite possibly, the stupidest situation I've ever been in. But it's very good for laughs.

"While most people are in dreamland,
many stars shine brightly at night.
Hello...It's Groove O'clock!"

As I mentioned a few days ago, HMV is having a clearance sale...and I was able to pick up the first Deee-lite album, "World Clique" for $8. I quite like it...besides all the dippy poppy stuff, there's enough funk & beats to make it more than decade-old curiosity. And it's more meaningful for me to have the album now that I know a small amount about turntable culture...at 14, I was a cute littleladybug who didn't know nothing about nothing. And especially nothing to do with the necessity of the beat.