There comes a time in every man’s life when the “Pull-My-Finger” joke get’s taken too far. In this case, too far is in fact, not far enough… away from the blast that is. Fortunately, the structural integrity of our current HQ remains intact, but sometimes I do pity those who may have to live here should we decide to vacate.
But I digress.
It is the weekend. Let us all take a moment to drink that in…
…good.
Hopefully you are all having the terrific, summer-like weather that we are enjoying here. I have long been a fan of the colder times that this country has to offer, but it’s nice to feel the warmth of the sun as well.
So, in completely random news, we have received a new wave of summer interns at work. Now, I sometimes get at little to attached to interns (they are like puppies that way) and, like a proud parent, have a hard time letting go of them when they get jobs elsewhere, or just move on. To counter this inevitability, I have decided to assign them numbers instead of names. Some seem to think this is cruel. I am just trying to avoid the messy tear-streaked scene when I have to let them ride the bike without the training wheels for the first time. Thoughts? Am I mean? Lemme know. If I have to, I’d like to right the alleged wrongs before insult sets in.
Now, strange stories of my abandonment issues aside, I have one pre-announcement announcement (you gotta love how I’m milking this thing for all its worth). It it now exactly one strip before the first announcement is made. That’s right friends, along with the strip on Tuesday you will get to hear huge, voluptuous, perky Announcement #1. I wouldn’t miss it, it’s going to be something that lifts and separates any and all doubt you may have about our awesomeness.
Until then, don’t do anything I wouldn’t (and that gives you a LOT of leeway),
-MM
