Google Wave: It's everything for everyone, for those who have it.

Google wave is awesome. Awesome because I've watched all the videos, read the hype and can't stand to live without it. Yesterday I got it. My immediate reaction was to enjoy it while it lasted because this was definitely the second coming and soon everyone around me would disappear leaving me nobody to wave with.

The problem I see is that you can only communicate with other wave users. If I still have to go to gmail to send an email to a non google wave user then it's pointless. Why do I need to have two email accounts? Not everyone is going to use google wave, even when it's freely distributed and available to anyone. My girlfriend still uses a yahoo account even though Gmail is much better. It's what she's used and she likes it. Guess what? I doubt we'll be able to ride the google wave together.

Unless I'm horribly mistaken or google ads the ability to send messages to people outside of the google wave system I'm afraid it won't replace gmail as my primary communication tool. If I am wrong please let me know in the comments!

Our office smells like shit. And mold. And…

Think of the worst smell you can imagine. Now flex your stomach muscles to start an involuntary reaction that'll force you to throw up a little bit in your mouth. Welcome to our office. It usually smells like shit, literally. I'm not saying it smells like shit to just to exaggerate or to be crass. It's actually shit. There's a sewer gas leak that has gone unfixed for about six months.

When we have a reprieve from the poo cloud hovering around us, we're comforted by the sweet stingy smell of mold settling in to our alveoli where our bodies can process them and turn the mold into a host of physical ailments. I assume you can survive smelling puffs of poop toxins. People work around it all the time in processing facilities. But, I'm confident the mold is slowly killing me. And something that doesn't require an objective opinion on is the fact that it reduces productivity.

Emma has good people and copy.

Molly sent this link my way and I think it's worth reading at least a few of these bios. Each one is unique and entertaining to read. You forget you're reading a staff page and can't wait to get to find out about the next person. This is copy done right.

Emma's People

Proof that hand sanitizer is, in fact, flammable.

swine flu invades

thanks, cheryl.

Moms Against Drunk Bananas

Drunken banana spotted at Sipango!  How many drunken banana tragedies do we have to endure before we stand up and demand that bananas are not served alcohol?!  People, people, people... these poor bananas do not have the self control and moral capacity to know when to stop drinking.  Jesus.

Hey-OH!

Alright... I've been totally out of it and haven't updated in... like... forever.  So I'll try to update you: we've been super busy working on some kick ass projects, we're still dealing with the aftermath of the wreck (three of us in physical therapy,) we've had some birthdays, the Crips want to kill all our hoes (more on that later...) and we are full-on gambling addicts.

Did someone say gambling?  Oooohhh yeh.  We are totally addicted to All the Marbles, the ever delightful multicolored scratcher with the chance to win up to a thousand dollars.  

Apparently Jenkin has bad luck, so we proposed that a good way to test if Jenkin's luck has changed yet is for him to regularly play the lottery... When he finally wins big, his luck would be forever changed!  So far... nothin.  But I'm still holding out.

not a winner.... yet.

Are you sure that's real?

I am a really big fan of animation, but this just takes the idea of projecting images on to a screen to a whole new level. Watch in amazement!

We're apathetic assholes.

I'm calling all of us out, myself included. We're apathetic. If we weren't busy complaining about smells or other random things and how they smell bad this thing would be moving forward. Let's do it already. Assholes.

shit just got really really real.

ouch.  just got back to the office from our first-ever ghost wreck.  we were cruising along, going to blue seven after a lovely lunch at prairie thunder, when BAM! SHIT...SHIT! FUCK! we were in a three car wreck. rearended.  twice.  ouch.  here are photos.  no more typing for kelly. shoulder hurts. neck hurts. jaw hurts. back hurts. back to work. later, motha fuckas.

 

and you better believe that after i get my ass to Urgent Care I am headed to blue7 to buy some robots for my desk.