Facts:
1) YouTube devours free time.
What’s that? You say you’re at work and you can’t remember the lyrics to the Muppet Babies theme song? Well that’s no problem. Just take a minute and hop over to YouTube. A couple of key strokes and you’ll be chair dancing to Saturday morning nostalgia. Okay, that’s done and it’s time to get back to work. But wait, there in the “suggestions” is the theme song to He-Man. Well, you have to check that out! Of course that leads to the Transformers theme which leads to a video of Megan Fox fighting the paparazzi. Suddenly an hour has passed and you’re watching hillbillies blindly praising Glenn Beck.
2) All men love the movie Tombstone.
Ladies try this little test. Ask any guy in your life if he’s seen the movie. I bet you a million Schrute bucks that he’ll respond with one of the following.
a) I’m your huckleberry
b) Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
c) You called down the thunder, well now you’ve got it.
3) We assume Spiders are vengeful.
Does this sound familiar? You’re about to go to bed when you see a big nasty spider on the wall. You grab a magazine or a tissue and crush the sucker. You go to flush it away but you can’t find the body. You tell yourself that it’s gone but in your heart you know it’s in some corner somewhere, licking its wounds, planning its revenge. Good luck falling asleep.
--Schoonaert
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Dust
You’ve seen Raiders of the Lost Ark right?
You know the scene at the end where the Ark of the Covenant is crated up and put in some giant warehouse along with hundreds of other boxes? I’ve always wondered what other treasures were growing cobwebs along side the Ten Commandments. Whatever else is in there I’m pretty sure my boss bought one of the items and is hiding it in plane sight.
I imagine my workplace isn’t dissimilar from yours. There are desks, chairs, computers, products, overreaction, micromanagement, etc., But what separates my work from yours is we have The American flag from the World Trade Center.
Yep. It’s here.
It showed up about two years ago. I was walking up the stairs to the owner’s office. He’s a millionaire and thus a bit on the eccentric side. It’s not uncommon to find his office littered with newspaper clippings, photos of him with people of power, and the occasional football trinket. Anyway I was taking some paperwork upstairs when I saw it. An American flag, about five feet wide and three feet tall, torn and beaten, sitting in a glass display case, leaning against the wall like it were a bicycle. At the bottom of the case was a small plaque that read: Word Trade Center. September 11th 2001.
Needless to say this was weird.
As my brain tried to solve this puzzle I stumbled into the boss’s office. He told me quite simply that it was real and that he picked it up somewhere. Then he moved on to idle chat about business. Two years later it’s still sitting in the exact same spot.
It probably isn’t real. Probably just a copy or something he found while flipping through Skymall. No, it probably isn’t real.
But what if it is?
What if one of the most important American artifacts in recent history is sitting in my office? Is that better then sitting in some warehouse? What’s in that back closet at your office? Look behind the old printer and the broken projector and see if there’s a Da Vinci gathering dust.
--Schoonaert
You know the scene at the end where the Ark of the Covenant is crated up and put in some giant warehouse along with hundreds of other boxes? I’ve always wondered what other treasures were growing cobwebs along side the Ten Commandments. Whatever else is in there I’m pretty sure my boss bought one of the items and is hiding it in plane sight.
I imagine my workplace isn’t dissimilar from yours. There are desks, chairs, computers, products, overreaction, micromanagement, etc., But what separates my work from yours is we have The American flag from the World Trade Center.
Yep. It’s here.
It showed up about two years ago. I was walking up the stairs to the owner’s office. He’s a millionaire and thus a bit on the eccentric side. It’s not uncommon to find his office littered with newspaper clippings, photos of him with people of power, and the occasional football trinket. Anyway I was taking some paperwork upstairs when I saw it. An American flag, about five feet wide and three feet tall, torn and beaten, sitting in a glass display case, leaning against the wall like it were a bicycle. At the bottom of the case was a small plaque that read: Word Trade Center. September 11th 2001.
Needless to say this was weird.
As my brain tried to solve this puzzle I stumbled into the boss’s office. He told me quite simply that it was real and that he picked it up somewhere. Then he moved on to idle chat about business. Two years later it’s still sitting in the exact same spot.
It probably isn’t real. Probably just a copy or something he found while flipping through Skymall. No, it probably isn’t real.
But what if it is?
What if one of the most important American artifacts in recent history is sitting in my office? Is that better then sitting in some warehouse? What’s in that back closet at your office? Look behind the old printer and the broken projector and see if there’s a Da Vinci gathering dust.
--Schoonaert
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