Part of the fun of being in charge of the back up jobs is that sometimes you just get to sit and watch a little number slowly grow into a large number. Unfortunately sometimes those little numbers take the better part of 30 hours to get big. This isn’t surprising because there are several choke points in our network and well part of the fun is finding them; fixing them … now that is another matter entirely. Of course since I am technically working while staring blankly at a screen I get to tell people to piss off, leave me alone, and stop interrupting my vacant staring.

So I find myself plugged into my little shuffle and listening to music as I blankly stare.

It is rather relaxing except I think that there must be something horribly wrong with me; I’ve listened to Bob Dylan crooning and I find it rather …. well enjoyable to listen to. If you have ever heard Bob Dylan sing you know what the problem is. So a few repeats of All Along the Watchtower I am stuck pondering is the man a lyrical genius or a floundering warbler. There is no denying that his voice is not very pleasant (i.e. similar to the sound a cat would make when a belt sander is applied to its back) and the lyrics to All Along the Watchtower don’t actually make any contextual sense yet as I find myself staring blankly at the screen I push the rewind button and listen to it just one more time. Maybe I am a masochist or maybe it just is good … who knows?

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And speaking of urgent, I don’t know about any of you but I busted my buttocks and helped the economy out.  Now the piper has come for payment and unfortunately we don’t have any children to give em; that and BOA keeps insisting we stop paying them in children …. evidently children aren’t a legal form of currency and they prefer cash.  What a bunch of whiners, I told em to sit on the bailout that the government gave em or go buy another bank … but no they insist on me paying them; how rude.  Luckily not everyone got a boxed gift from a big box store purchased on a credit card; Kimmy actually took time to create works of art for people … and no they weren’t sock bunnies.

Of course the big difference between sock bunnies I make and paintings that Kimmy paints is that she hardly ever signs them. I of course always sign my sock bunnies; that is what makes them personable … that and the crappy crafting job (that’s what makes it modern art). Of course Kimmy makes up the lacking signature usually with something that is visually pretty and artistically interesting.