tweeting for treats

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Piper Bird@realBadbird

OMG OMG Mom left the lid off the peanut butter jar and turned her back. Score!

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Bird Mom@realBadbird’smom

Piper get out of there! No birds allowed in the peanut butter. Bad bird!

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Piper Bird@realBadbird

Who me? Whatcha talking about Mom? MAKE PEANUT BUTTER GREAT AGAIN!

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satellite radio, cable news and the snoring thing

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I love my cable news.  Not the news station with the animal name; nope, the other one. Cable news when it’s not breaking and covering tragedies is a bit like a soap opera complete with the albeit orange-tinged patriarch with expressionless Botox beautiful women following dutifully along behind in red-soled stilettos.  You get my drift.

I love my cable news so much that I listen to it on satellite radio on my short commute to work, but for heaven’s sake, what’s with the ads on satellite radio? There are proportionally more snoring ads – ads for snore stopping devices than anything else and in my short 35 minute commute I hear my share.

To be fair, there are also ads for hair loss, owing back taxes, luggage and hemorrhoidal treatment tucked in amongst the snoring ads. Yeah, I wonder what demographic study was done for effective advertising for the satellite radio-listening audience.

I for one do use luggage and have paid back taxes.  I guess 2 outta 3 ain’t bad.

not drunk – just dodging the manholes

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The route I and many others take everyday to and from our downtown offices is driving me crazy! There are SO many manhole (people hole?) covers set in the pavement that I can only speculate on the guts and gizzards of underground city infrastructure lurking below.  Continue reading

the story behind those job interviews

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A friend of mine went for “the interview” last week and in recounting it to me he commented that the room was so small he felt like he was sitting under an interrogation room light. I laughed and told him my last interview was in a room the size of a coat closet with a Barbie sized table separating me from the interviewers.  Our knees could touch awkwardly if we didn’t choose our seating wisely.  Continue reading