I spent some time last night working on my underground economy, I had some Coke caps laying around, as well as two 12 pack codes. No, I didn't buy any of them, my loyalty is still to Pepsi, though I buy more of the .99 pre priced RC Colas than anything else these days. If I am going to drink things that are bad for me, I will stick with the cheap options, save for my Crazy Mocha runs, I will spend extra for that. Speaking of which, my barista wasn't working today so the streak is still intact as far as exchanging introductions.
Not that introductions are my strong suit, any time I feel compelled to introduce someone to my friends, rather than go through a list of names I will say, "so and so meet friends, friends this is so and so". Though if I am introducing you to my friends chances are you are a friend as well, or I fell for your feminine wiles. Perhaps that should be my epitaph, "I can't fall for your feminine wiles anymore, lol". But it would be stupid to put lol on a tombstone, almost as stupid as saying bae. I read somewhere online that bae is Dutch for shit, which seems appropriate because you have to be a real shithead to use that as a word. Or baehead.
But back to my underground economy thing (you thought I forgot where this began, didn't you) I did my Coke caps last night, I cleared the first daily hurdle on Swagbucks by earning 33, which is 33 closer to my next Amazon gift card, and I went over to Foodservice rewards and completed a survey worth 600 points. Basically there system equates to a penny a point, so it was a $6 survey. I like them because of the Real Deal they run every Wednesday. They take a normally decent item and discount it incredibly. I don't know how many things I have bought simply because I had enough points when they were on sale. The last thing I got was a 5 qt slow cooker, which I gave to Belinda at work. I do tend to take care of my employees from time to time after all. Before that it was an electric drill set which is still sitting under my desk at work. Right now my account is up to around $24, which wasn't enough for yesterday's special offer, a waterfall, wireless Bluetooth speaker. Think lava lamp, except the lights went up and blinked in tune with the music. It looked cool as fuck, but it was $56, now if I wouldn't have bought that slow cooker I would have had the requisite cash in my account. But I suffer in silence, unless you are blind and having your computer read this entry to you, then I suffer at an audible level.
My food has arrived. Yes I took the food porn pic. In it is the Jenny Lawson book I preordered from Amazon. So it is my food and mind porn pic, though the book has nothing to do with porn. If it does I haven't reached that juicy part yet. But I find reading tends to stimulate my mental abilities just a smidge, though it doesn't stimulate other parts of my anatomy, making it even less like porn. It showed up on a recommended reading list on Amazon and it caught my eye so I put in a preorder for it. Which is strange because usually when it comes to books I almost always read male authors. Maybe that makes me a reading chauvinist, I don't know. Any women reading this far can now go make me a sandwich.
Back to our economy thing, after my goodies last night I figured that would be the end of my goodies for a while, at least the Internet generated ones, but when I went to check my email after work there was a free movie ticket from Marlboro cigarettes in there, so if you go to the movies some day soon and hear someone dying from lung cancer, don't shush them because it is probably just me ruining your movie viewing enjoyment. There was also a survey for the CDC (Centers for Disease Control for those that are Google inept), they send me one every few months, which I complete and then get mailed a $20 check. Usually the surveys are about smoking and involve watching commercials that go over the dangers of smoking, but I live dangerously, so I sit through the videos, answer the requisite questions and then pocket their money with no change in my behavior whatsoever. I figure the $20 will buy me two more packs of cigarettes.
Of course I got my book today at work as well. I always ship stuff to work so it isn't left on top of the mailboxes at my apartment where anyone with two hands could grab it. Or one hand. Or one of those prosthetic claws. Suffice it to say I ship stuff to work because it is safer than leaving it unattended in Third World Oakland. I should be reading it right now as opposed to blogging, that was why I came to the Squirrel Cage to begin with, well a chance to read and a Cajun chicken sandwich, though it looks like I will only accomplish one of those things here today. That is okay, I can walk home through the park and read while I am walking. Two things at the same time, how clever, perhaps if I chew gum as well I can fuck with the natural order of things.
I have failed to mention that the Pirates have made the post season for the third straight year. Long time blog readers will remember when I first started doing this and they were mired in a span of 20 consecutive losing seasons. No word as to yet if I will be called upon to use my scalping expertise this post season, like the last two seasons. You would think general manager would be enough of a job title, but anything involving a computer means that it is my job to do. My boss tends to shower me with enough gifts, I know he will not offer me playoff baseball tickets. And I don't make the required coin to purchase them, though seeing a post season game in person would be pretty fucking awesome. I figure I shot my load on the gift gravy train when I asked for the hockey tickets before Ed left. 7 up still hasn't brought them in, though the game isn't for a few months yet.
I started working on a new blog entry last night, I was compiling a list of my 100 favorite albums. It is a task because I only allow myself one album per artist and I am not much of a music fan. Anymore I can live with or without music, and the list is not put together in a rankings kind of way, it is just stuff I like as it crosses my cranium. It has some local stuff in it where you will ask "Who the hell is that?" And some stuff where you will go, "He listens to that?" I wanted to put together a get to know me type blog without you know, getting to know me. Problem solved. Most of the people reading this will know no more about me than when they started. But then no one online gets me anyway, hell Google Adsense probably gets me better than anyone who visits this page does.
Perhaps someone out there can explain something to me, why is the Popemobile a small Fiat? Batman was just one guy without the backing of a global church behind him and he got a cooler ride than the Pope. The Pope's vehicle looks more like a clown car, like they are going to open the door and a bunch of Popes are going to come spilling out.
Well I finished my dinner, so I guess I should be packing up and heading home. Laters.
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