Interactive tuesdays

Seinfeld fans out there might recall the episode where Jerry wakes up in the middle of the night and writes down what thinks is a very funny bit. But in the morning he can't read his handwriting. I had similar experience this morning. I remember waking up and laughing to myself about this little scenario that played through my head. It was about 4 or 5 in the morning so no one was awake so I could tell them, I thought about waking Zach up but he probably wouldn't be awake enough to find it funny(side note, sometimes when I can't sleep I am tempted to wake Zach up and tell him that he is late for work...just to entertain myself) So I just went back to sleep. So now I can't remember why it was so funny. All remember is wondering what the people who feed the bears at bear world are thinking? Because they are potentially the food themselves. So here are four possible answers, you pick which one is the funniest.





1. Before I got this job I thought bears were carnivores. I'm so glad my boss pointed out they only eat plants. Hey bear, come get your rabbit!


2. Say Bill, what did you say happened to the last guy?


3. Please for the love of all that is holy, not today!


4. These are black bears right?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYkWWnZm6-w

Like Mike

I recently experienced a wide range of emotions over the new like button on facebook. When I first logged in and saw it I was confused. "What in the wide world of sports is this" I chuckled to my self. Soon I was intrigued by it. But what does it do? Then my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked it. Now I was excited, I had to tell everyone I could that I liked stuff! But before long I became jealous, other people were liking stuff too. I felt pure hatred every time I saw someones name say they liked something that I too had liked. Then a funny thing happened, I felt joy. No, not the girl that works down the street cause that would be assault brotha, but the emotion of joy. I felt this because I realized that everyone liked stuff and that we could in fact all get along. As soon as I felt that I became bored with like. I hate joy.

Bill Murray

So it turns out that I am either a groundhog or like unto a groundhog. Every morning I awake from my hibernation if you will and then proceed to look for my shadow. But alas it is never there which means work comes way to early yet again.