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Week of May 31, 2007

Waldschmidt: We were stranded on this little island covered with these tiny little bugs called bobos. They're everywhere and they swarm your eyes and face. That was the most miserable part of the trip. They're kind of like gnats. Only bigger. It was awful.

McCarthy: Look, he said. You got two choices here.... You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me. If you stay you need to keep out of the road. I don't know how you made it this far. But you should go with me. You'll be alright.

Waldschmidt: We ran out of food and we couldn't make it to the re-ration point because of the wind. So we actually had to go hunting for our own food. We came across this couple from Seattle who were circumnavigating the globe. They had a lot of supplies. Fishing supplies and whatnot. They were kind of our saviors.

Mike Gorman

Local Blog O' the Week

"Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia"

Author: Queen Mediocretia

About the blogger: Queen Mediocretia describes herself as a "sarcastic 40ish brain-damaged computer programmer." She's got a husband named Gary, two dogs (McDonnell, a "feisty Silky Terrier," and Douglas, a "scared white Bichon Frise"), a prescription for Celexa and (apparently) a penchant for photographing her own feet in mismatched socks.

Recent Highlight (April 28): Manbitch

Our cube at work is lucky enough to be equipped with a Manbitch. One day, Robin and I were working over the weekend, and Robin said:

"I want lunch, but I don't want to go out and get it."

Manbitch said, "What do you want? I'll go get it for you."

Robin and I shared a glance. "Um...what if I want a salad from Subway?" (Obviously, this was Robin.) "You'd have to get in your car."

"Okay," he shrugged.

"Really? You would get in your car and go get lunch?"


"And I want you to pay for it," Robin escalated right up there.


And he did! And he did it right AND he never complained or expected compensation.

"Huh," you say, "isn't Robin also known as Hot Young Co-worker? And couldn't that be why Manbitch is so agreeable?" I would be right there with you, sister, but one day I was at work early (that is, before 10 am) and I sighed, "You know what are good? Those Gooey Butter Danishes from the Bread Company."

I didn't even see Manbitch leave, but minutes later I looked down and there was a Danish smiling up at me by my elbow.

Manbitch is going through a hard time lately, and I've been thinking about him. He showed up at work Friday with four boxes of garlic bread from pizza hut, the type you can't order on-line. He might have done it just to stuff something in Robin's mouth to keep her quiet because as you all know she programs like Maria Sharapova plays tennis. ("Unh! Uhnh! Huuh!")

At any rate, I need to start keeping a journal of what Manbitch likes to eat and just have it magically land on his desk every few days. Not every cube is lucky enough to have a Manbitch, and we want to keep ours.

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