i work with the tick.

no, not that one. the other one. spot. i can't have a serious conversation with him if he's smoking. he does this weird hiccuping thing after every drag. it's bloody hysterical. when trying to not hiccup, he does other amusing tricks. and he gets impressed with himself when he doesn't do anything strange.

it's better than his old jaw-wiggling thing, which really upset the guys in our client section during his service. and all the while i keep thinking of a friend of ours from taekwondo, who translated the hebrew for "twitch" into "the unwanted moving".

pandora has figured out that i'm a raging metal-head. i dig it.

on a work-related note, one actually related to work: i got through all sorts of interesting crap tonight. and was reminded of how nice it is to go back to my old code... which is commented. and readable anyway. go me!

now we're off to a trance party on the beach. this is possibly the dumbest thing i could do when i have to be on base early in the morning. fuck it! have a baby!