batskeets | "What if we're still doing this when we're 50?" "It would be nice to have that kind of job security.

Well, I broke with protocol on not leaving the house long enough to go to the store, because we ran out of some pretty integral food items. And when I did that, James took back the PS2, and subsequently, the TV, as well. (This, my friends, is why we need to get a cable hookup going in the back bedroom.) So, I spent the past hour or so washing dishes. So much for that "personal day," eh? ;p

On the up side, Swiffer dusters were on sale, so I snagged a box, and *wow*, those things actually work! I hate dusting, but it's ten times easier with those weird Swiffer pads, to the point where I kind of don't mind doing it. Hooray!

I stole this from

kinchan, and it's pretty funny:

The buzz word in today's business world is MARKETING. However, people often ask for a simple explanation of "Marketing." Well, here it is:

You're a woman and you see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed," That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says, "She's fantastic in bed," That's Advertising.

You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed." That's Telemarketing.

You see a guy at a party, you straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I," and reach up to straighten his tie, brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed." That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed," That's Brand Recognition.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He fancies you, but you talk him into going home with your friend. That's a Sales Rep.

Your friend can't satisfy him so she calls you. That's Tech Support.

You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated towards the center and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!" That's Junk Mail.

To do tomorrow: jobstuff, find out if startup webspace allows perl access, call Mokuzen webhost about PHP/MySQL support, thank you card for Uni interview.

Well, I guess I'll go relax now and do, uh, something? I don't know what yet. BLEH.