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The Game

Tomorrow evening, I won’t be able to be here at home enjoying myself in quiet calm.  Instead, I’ll be playing The Game.  We all have to play The Game at various times.  In my case, I have to go candlepin bowling after work with co-workers.  Other times, we have to buy candy, popcorn, or Girl Scout [...]

Dodgeball on Trampolines

Who knew? Who ever thought of this is an absolute genius. This was our recent off-site for our department Sky High Sports. And let me just say, it’s as fun as it looks. There are three rooms — a giant trampoline room, a trampoline room setup as a dodgeball court, and a trampoline room with a [...]

Ouch

Spanning over the course of the last few days has been Google’s yearly Ski Trip, divided into three ‘waves’ of Googlers who descend upon Squaw Valley in Lake Taho, CA. This was my first foray into the downhill snow adventure sport realm, and I was given the opportunity to choose between Snowboarding and Skiing. Considering that [...]

My afternoon fix

Sometime back in January my company bought one of those stand-alone, single-use coffee machines. We had one back at bcom known as Flavia — which was something like the office joke. Some may disagree, but I found it unappealing. Though I don’t know the brand of this new coffee aparatus, I can tell you that [...]

No Love for Cool Jesus

You might remember my musings about annoying co-worker WWIII.  She’s the one who calls herself “The Source” and nearly did the happy dance when I told her I was eating Chinese food.  Her office is on the floor above mine and just minutes ago, she came downstairs to chat with her buddy Big Pappy (also [...]

The Source?

I was heating up some leftovers for lunch the other day when strange and annoying co-worker WWIII approached.  She sniffed around the microwave and this transpired… WWWIII:  “Hmmmm…smells good.  Whatcha makin’?” Cool Jesus:  [Hesitant to respond because she is Chinese and I could envision this becoming an incident, but I finally answered] “Chinese leftovers.” WWIII:  “Oh yeah!  Right on.  [...]