agatha christie she makes me go misty she makes me go oooooohahhh oh what a stahhh

This actually roused me from my bed.

There is a list, hidden in plain sight on the lunch room bulletin board at my work, of the employees who have first aid training. The list itself is about five months old. Someone has started a project with respect to this list, entailing crossing off the names of these employees as they leave. There are now, out of the original twenty-five or so names, about six remaining. One of them is our safety officer, and another our plant manager - both of whom have recently departed. A third is the tip floor coordinator - my boss - who only yesterday put in his resignation. All three names remain uncrossed.

I noticed this list only today. When I did, I felt such an urgent need to cross the names off that I almost asked to borrow a pen. But I couldn't do it - it would have given someone else's game away.

Would you be frightened?

watching ben mulroney do celeb interviews is like seeing your high school guidance counselor chatting up girls at the mall

"Crash" was the only movie of any of the ones that got nominated for anything this year that was a complete and total waste of my time. That guy would benefit from taking a screenwriting class. Which is the most damning thing you can say about anybody who is working in film, I think.

Ah, well, it's the Oscars. Fuck are you going to do, pop culture is death.

Salma Hayek's dress was niiiiice, though.