We're Such Jerks...Part III - But what is Tony doing?

So we decided that the opportunity was just to perfect to mess with Tony again. So we quickly orchestrated another prank. Maybe it's getting old, but we're still having fun with it. Randy and I quickly ran back to the office that Tony would be using and cleaned up and put away any evidence that Randy was at work. Conveniently, Tony still hadn't seen Randy at all today so we were able to play it off and pretend that Randy wasn't around.

Randy flew underneath the desk and I quickly set up the camera. Things went according to plan except for what Tony does after Randy pokes and scares him. Can anyone explain what was going on?

We're Such Jerks...Part III

We couldn't resist. Originally we wanted to scare Michelle on Thursday, but then she took the day off. Then she didn't come in on Friday. Or Monday. Or Tuesday. She spained her ankle and was in some serious pain. But today, she was in so we decided that we had to take advantage. I called her over to my office and pretended to ask her some questions about some time sheets. Then I matter-of-factly asked her to return a briefcase to the closet. Watch to find out what happened.

We're Such Jerks...Part II

So we just can't help ourselves. It was Randy's turn to work today and this time I had him put away the soap in the cabinet underneat the sink. He finds more than just an empty space. BTW, he contrary to what it may sound like, he actually said, shoot and not you know what.

We're Such Jerks...

Simon and I decided we had to take an opportunity to frighten Tony...again. We devised a plan where I would call Tony and have him go and pick up something at the other end of our office. Simon would then sneak into the closet and wait. I would then call Tony again and have him help me put something away in the closet. When the door opens...well...just watch the result.

More Lyrics...

I'm Not Alright - Sanctus Real

If weakness is a wound
That no-one wants to speak of
Then cool is just how far we have to fall
And I am not amused; I only wanna be loved
But I feel safe behind the firewall
Can I loose my need to impress?
If you want the truth- I need to confess

I'm not alright, I'm broken side, broken inside;
And all I've come through, it leads me to You
It leads me to You

Burn away the pride
Bring me to my weakness
Till everything to hide behind is gone
When I'm old and wise
With nothing left to cling to
Only You are there to lead me on
Cause honestly, I'm not that strong

And now I'm moved, and now I'm moved, and now I'm moved
(closer to you)
And now I'm moved, and now I'm moved, and now I'm moved
(closer to you)
And now I'm moved, and now I'm moved, and now I'm moved
(closer to you)
And now I'm moved, and now I'm moved, and now I'm moved

I'm not alright, I'm broken inside, broken inside
Ohhhhhhhh broken inside, broken inside;
And all I've come through, it leads me to You
It leads me to You

I'm not alright, I'm not alright, I'm not alright
That's why I need you

I Really Am A Loser...

The last time I played Jezz Ball this seriously was when I was a freshmen in high school. There was a contest among us putzes to see who could score the highest. The winner received an all expense lunch at Hard Rock Cafe which was pretty cool and out of reach back then. I guess a decade has made me more patient and a better Jezz Ball player. I think back then my highest score was like 250,000 points. I think the eventual winner scored like 500,000. I've attached an image of my high scores on my computer. This was accomplished on Wednesday, March 15, 2006. I didn't think a million plus points was possible, but I guess it is. If you wanna try the game, download it here: http://panda.net.au/downloads/jezzball.zip

Contest anyone? I know, I'm a loser.

Just At the Right Time...

Atmosphere (Toby Mac)

I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled
From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble
Cause words can't describe what you've been feelin' inside
It's like thousand foot walls, and they're still on the rise
But look up to a beautiful sound
And see for yourself you're not that far down
And know this, I cannot love a little
My promise to you is unconditional

And I'll keep the light on, baby
Just keep the course, you can weather the storm
I'll keep the light on, baby
You've come this far, don't you ever lose heart, now

Just turn around and I'll be there I'm moving into your atmosphere
Just turn around and I'll be there I'm moving into your atmosphere

I know you're all alone in a crowd full of friends
I can see it in your eyes that your fadin' again
Checking out, moving into your hole
Where the light can't touch any part of your soul
But hold up and let the river rush in
You can turn around and start livin' again
Cause your life is a beautiful bloom
In the image of the one that created you

I'll be there

Said I'll be there, said I'll be there
Said I'll be there always, forever

All work and no play, make Ray Mondeng a Mardi Gras Queen (UPDATED!!!)

Yes, it's true. I have to be careful with my response whenever people ask me the question, "does Ray Mondeng work for you?" Usually I start my answer by saying, "Yes, he does work for..." But then I have to check myself. What I end up saying is, "Ray doesn't actually work for us. He spends his time with us."

During one of his recent stays with us, Ray officially became the self-crowned Mardi Gras Queen.

"Kent, why would you throw out an old, used, and tangled phone cord?"







"Do you think my smile accentuates my slim figure?"








"Wait, Kent, are you taking pictures of me?"








"Well in that case, hand me the beads!"








"Here we go..."








"I am so hot."








In case you're wondering. We really...I mean, I really do work around here. Seriously. Check out #7 on my list of things to do.