celebrate the moments of your life!

Remember when we were little and white ladies on TV sat on wicker porch furniture and got all horny reminiscing about French waiters and shit?

This holiday, I'm thankful for You Tube.

a dialogue. in pictures.

a new day is dawning.

[Sometimes the world looks perfect.
Nothing to rearrange.]

You guys! Fabulous news…

[Sometimes you just
Get a feelin' like you need some kind of change!]

Catmo just moved to Chicago!

[No matter what the odds are this time,
Nothing's gonna stand in my way!]

Even better news? She starts her new job tomorrow!

[Standing tall!]

Which means it’s only a matter of time until blogging opportunities pop up in between Diet Coke breaks.

[On the wings of my dreams!]

Perhaps, Catherine, it’s best to focus on actually working right now, it being your first week and all.

But your legions of loyal fans (and by “legions” I mean me, Mike Brzica and the occasional, well-meaning stalker who meanders over here from the hyperlink on your MySpace profile) eagerly anticipate the next time you’ll have a few gobs of salary-based time to squander.

[Rain and thunder, wind and haze
I'm bound for better days!]

We value those nuggets of creative energy in a way Michigan Avenue can’t.

[It's my life!
It's my dream!]

So when it feels right?

[Nothing's gonna stop me now.]

Blog on blogger.

America or burst!

It's only a matter of time... and the pending return of a more regular schedule, actual obligations, etc.

After a brief hiatus, I see a quietly triumphant return to the blogging world on the horizon - possibly kicked off by a "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" essay titled "How I Spent Three Glorious Weeks of Experimental Unemployment." Said essay will include an ode to Portland, a shout out to trundle beds and a heartfelt CompuServe eulogy.

However, because I'm starting a new job where my reputation and salary are on the line, I might call for a name change. Something like, "Working at work."

discover me discovering you.

Lady 1: Zombie John Mayer #2 is my bartender.

Lady 2: Did you sleep with Zombie John Mayer? Did his undead penis fall off when you touched it?

Lady 1: Yes and Yes. It's still inside me, decomposing in my dark, moist uterus.

Lady 2: You know it's going to kill you from the inside out.

Lady 1: It's going to turn into a Zombie Kyle Bowling Fetus.

Lady 2: Only with gray skin and musical talent. Your host body is a wonderland.

i've never seen such a gossamer blouse.

Being that this blog is entitled "Fucking Around at Work", I felt compelled to share with you all that Catherine recently put in her two weeks and will soon graduate (temporarily) from the "working world" onto the glorious stage of life known as "transition". I could not be more proud.

While I hope to continue fucking around at work, Catherine will now be able to fuck around from a variety of cyber spaces. But I'm guessing most frequently from the Saddlecreek Panera wifi spot. Or via her parents' CompuServe dial-up circa 1996.

To celebrate Catherine's last Casual Friday, please enjoy these great moments in office-centric cinema. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll download Yaz's "Only You" off iTunes. TGIF!