Miscellany

Found a web site today. It's called Exploding Dog. I haven't found any domesticated pets exploding yet. I have found some new decorations for my rather bare office. One of my coworkers understands. I don't think the others do. Or will.

I work in two-story brick house that has a basement and sits next to another old house that serves as a business. For as long as I've been in the upstairs office, on the west side of the house, I've been staring across a thirty-yard gap at the offices in the house next door. People walk around behind the windows and sit down, and if they notice me looking their way, tend to flinch and disappear quickly. Today I found out that the offices next door belong to a therapist.

Before I die I want to be in a movie. I'll be the guy who looks surprised and points when someone's dangling from a skyscraper. I'll be the bartender with no lines. I would be part of a crowd that surges into the intersection when the walk symbol flashes in a brief moment of city shots montage in the beginning of your movie. Here's a head shot. Cast me. I think I'm going to die pretty soon.