Should not be blogging...

I shouldn't be blogging because I am at work and have way to much to do before I go home. But how can I resist? After taking a lunch break coworker Jen shared some internet hilarity with me, so I thought I'd post some here so I could reference it later. I figured you'd enjoy as well:

The site is called garfield minus garfield. The element of hilarity is simply removing garfield from the cartoon strip. Here we are left with the schizophrenic John Arbuckle who lives an empty life. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard at a garfield comic before in my life.

http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/page/1

what d'ya think?

alleviation

Ladies and gentle-manliness, I have reached the end of my work day. :::hooray!!:::::
Before I frolic out to my car, I thought I’d leave you with the following information.

I have an itch.
–That’s right, an itch. Yet it’s not an itch that is easily scratchable. No-no, this is one of those hard to reach itches, impossible even. Right now you should consider, if a delicate graze was all I needed to remedy this irritation, do you really think I would blog about it? This tingle I have exists deep within my body. So deep it breaches the caverns of my physicality and dives headstrong into the underbelly of my persona. Can you feel my soul? It’s stretched out spread eagle, stomach exposed, embracing the blistering elements, simply calling out for a graze or a rub. A graze or a rub. I make no regular exclamation. This is a yell... A SCREAM!!!! I demand from you, Tranny luck, bless me with the power of your chambray. Give me a tiny prickle, so that I may coolly hose down my itch, quenching my dryness while leaving my skin velvetly moisturized.

Passive Aggressive Fun

A beautifully snowy Friday and an optimistic vision into the weekend, I continue to scour the internet for sources of random fun interestingness's. This website comes from my improvisational friend Liz Caradonna. For more art visit http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/ . Here are a couple of my favorites that left me laughing out loud:
Obviously human biology breaks offend someone so much they feel the need to smear guilt into the hearts of anybody feeling the urge to goooo.

KARMA WILL FIND YOU!!! Not only did that person eat a sandwich, but it was a homemade sandwich. I bring in sandwiches to work all the time and if anyone ate it I'd be piiiissed.
Street parking can be such a bitch sometimes.

The best way to mask a complaint is to attach some element of applause, praising the scolded as "good singers."


This is my favorite of all. The sign just says, "seriously?"

Chicago aSpire

I was interneting today and I came across this exciting bit of information:

Chicago is building North America's tallest building! again! Turns out the currently under construction building has it's own website:

http://www.thechicagospire.com/ This could be the most phallic looking building I've ever seen. Apparently it will consist entirely of residential condo's and all the accompanying necci-ta-ta's that come with urban living. (salon, grocery, dog walking, etc...)

Would you live there if you could?

bark bark

Jenny Blais, my esteemed fellow coworker and partner in crime, voyaged up to her home town of Portland Maine last weekend. Nostalgic for her old haunts, she went to a party at her old job, where she used to be a DJ for an indie-classic contemporary rock station. Showered greatly with love and attention that night she woke up the next morning wearing just a jagermeister T-shirt and a pounding headache. Despite her desire to ditch the scheduled family day-after party at her parents house, she wrung out her dignity, ding-donged the front door from childhood’s past and embraced her father in a shamefully hangover hug.

“Out late last night?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Hmmm…don’t tell your mother…”

Jen’s sister has a dog who recently gave birth to lots of oogly—woogly, cuttie—patootie puppies! The puppies arrival just so happen to coincide with the bed-ridden recovery time from a surgery Jen’s sister had. Apparently all the love and attention from the puppies helped Jen’s sister recover faster and more effectively.

This being said…

Instead of prescribing pills as medication for pain relief, why don’t doctors prescribe puppy dog love? A couple of hours playing with a litter of puppies is the cure-all, end-all for disease in this world.