the Unexpressed Advantage

Well, as per usual in "the most temperate climate in north america", it is snowing at the end of March. Not that I'm complaining, I love snow. This is probably kind of like April fools snow, it will look all beautiful from my office window and the second I leave to head home it will turn into freezing, icy, zero-degree rain.

But that's ok.

the view outside my office

That's not really important though. What is really important however is the argument myself and a co-worker are currently having over who is more talented. Vanessa Carlton or Michelle Branch. I say carlton, more music savvy and a unique sound, SHE says branch. What do you say?

this just screams APRIL!

That said, I'm still a little irked about Fall-out boy collaborating with John Mayer to produce a studio cover of Michael Jackson's Beat It! I'm not sure who fall out boy is, but they wear too much eyeliner, and they already stole one thing (their name, from the simpsons) so I suppose it's natural for them to steal one of Michael Jackson's greatest hits. Judging from their wikipedia article it seems that Fall Out Boy can best be described as a "band with a dumb name like other bands with dumb names that screams a lot, has unintelligible lyrics, and you probably won't remember them in, oh, i don't know, four or five weeks". Of course the guitar on the track is perfect, I wish John Mayer would have just done the whole cover, because then it wouldn't be plain horrible. Michael Jackson is rolling over in his grave I'm sure.

not the best day for biking

Hmm.. I got a little carried away there. I'll settle down.

To close things off I'd like to tell you about a little story of how I spent 8 hours at work yesterday doing my best impression of a fax machine. That's right. About every 3 hours, a 40 minute cycle of my phone ringing (it never rings) 8 or 9 times with the fax tones and the associated screeching that is a fax machine's way of saying, "Hi, I'm a fax machine. Are you a fax machine? If you are, I have something to send you."

This would have been fine except for the fact that I'm not a fax machine and I don't know what to say to fax machines. So each call just made me feel continually more frustrated until I started shouting at my desk, "Listen! I'm NOT A FAX MACHINE"...

...At which point my colleagues affirmed that fact and offered me pills.

DK

p.s. If you are the person who tried to send 47 faxes to the same UBC number yesterday with absolutely no success, and it didn't ever occur to you to just call the number and see if a person answered, then I have nothing more to say to you. You are dead to me.