You'll have to forgive me for the long rant drought (or you can hate me forever, I can live with that too), but I started a new job with SAP on Monday, and the previous weeks were filled with paperwork and other things that didn't involve Jeopardy! whatsoever.
Rest assured, however, that I have an HDTV .avi of the thing that I'm planning to put on torrent, so that those of you who don't see Jeopardy! on your televisions can see them on your computers instead. I'm told that the episode was cool--I dunno, I still haven't watched it.
You'll also note that to make up for forcing you guys to see Korikki's half-clad wrestler self on the rant image for about three weeks, I'm going to post images of the cutest things I can find for the next few rants, regardless of whether or not they're actually relevant to anything I'm talking about.
Speaking of that, it's mild fanboy gloat time:
GSteinman: Hey Dom, do you like Nanase Aoi?
Dom: Hmm? Yeah, why?
GSteinman: She was asking about you.
That recent conversation with the EIC of Newtype USA is a big reason why, even though I work for a giant multinational corporation now, I don't feel like I've sold out. Far from it, in fact.
Hell, my first few thoughts on getting a spot in a cubicle farm were nerdy enough that I'm pretty sure that I'm incurably strange, and even 9 AM conference calls with Germany won't dampen my spirit. First of all, I checked to see how many doors I had my back to, just like Thufir Hawat taught me.
I don't think that anyone who has that thought cross his mind even once will ever fully succumb to corporate culture. It's just not normal to come into an office with your best advice coming from Dune. I don't think anyone was really surprised by me thinking that, though. And if you're wondering, the current layout of my cube means that my back is to three doors. This must be fixed for my peace of mind.
See, my cubicle has this odd distinction of being on the outside of the main cubicle corral, so it's pretty isolated--except for the fact that it's completely open to the aisle, so basically, I'm staring at a wall while people walk behind me. It's really disconcerting, and I'm at least going to form some sort of whiteboard barricade between me and potential attackers. I may draw stick figures as warning signs as well, but that didn't really manage to keep Alex Trebek away, so I don't think it'll work on the girls in the office, either.
Speaking of girls in the office, it seems like everyone I work with is female on this floor--were this a TV show, my young single status would lead me to infinite misadventures and hijinks as I explored the mysteries of the working world and the opposite sex, but alas (or perhaps thankfully), all of these ladies are married and almost inevitably have a daughter.
If you've at all paid attention to this rant space over the last few years of my nieces growing up, this means that I spend a lot of time listening intently to stories about the various four-year-olds my co-workers spawned to torment me. See, if I manage to stay at this company for two years, those girls will be of age to sell girl scout cookies.
I may have to start saving up for that now, otherwise my finances will collapse under the strain of little girls, cookies, and that unfair advantage little girls have with that lower lip wibbling thing. I swear that it's inborn in all females, that ability to entrance men of all ages, kick them in the groin, steal their wallets and keep them coming back for more.
Or maybe all those daughters out there are nothing like my nieces, and the world is safe. Who knows?
Anyway, I've finished this rant as of 4:30 PM while at the office, but it's going up later tonight with an image. I'll look for images of, I dunno, baby otters or something in the meantime to cleanse your minds of chubby wrestler-flesh.
Or maybe I'll torment you guys further with other Japanese wrestlers who've branched into music/comedy... I'm crazy like that!
PS: on March 15th, respectable citizens all over Japan paraded around with wooden phalluses the size of battering rams. If this doesn't justify your existence, I don't know what does.