1/11/05: 5 down, 2 to go

Logan, baby.  Logan.  That's the answer we were looking for in the Previous Geography Photo Quiz.   Perhaps not the best edition of the game, but we're working on it. Let it flow, it floats back to you.

Now try the one at the left on for size. Just give me the most info you can about where that might be.  Winner gets a low two next time I see 'em.

Since the day we moved into our new office space, we've been trying to figure out what the dudes across the way from us do for a living.  It seems like it might be a boiler room operation of some kind.  I think it may involve gambling. Maybe baseball. But we can't tell for sure. I may need to bring in the cheapo binocs I got as my ten year thank you gift from the company.

We have two more days with schmendrick and it feels like twenty. I have no idea how this guy can remain so sucky at what he does.  You'd think he'd pick something up by accident.  It's sort of like me and billiards.  No matter how much I play, I don't improve one bit. Which is lucky for Dipak because it gives him a big edge going into the ping pong part of our weekly billiards/ping pong challenge.  If I ever took a lesson, he'd have reason to worry.

Remember the days when you could take a ride in a taxi without the driver yammering on the phone throughout the entire trip? I understand that the job gets boring and maybe they're lonely and maybe they have a sweet cell phone plan, but it's really fucking annoying.  Especially when the driver gets distracted by his call. This can cause him to make dangerous, careless moves.  It can also take away his aggressiveness, leading him to miss lights and get you there much later than he should. I think there should be a button you press when you get in, indicating if it's OK that the driver blabber away for every second you're in the cab. It's rude. I also worry that these guys are going to end up with humongous tumors all over their heads from prattling on all day on their radioactive cell phones (see prediction #7).