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I have watched the John Barrowman Single Ladies video probably twenty times since Foxy linked me to it, and have yet to tire of it. Possibly because I love the original song and vid as well.

I spent most of the morning editing and typesetting the Big Book Of Awesome for work, including adding a lot of stuff that wasn't there before. The book's getting passed around to all the admins for advice, but I have stepped into the de-facto role of artistic director and veto'd some of their suggestions as impractical or redundant.

A few more admins have requested my Unofficial Directory, which is a revision I do every time that the "official" staff directory comes out, because our official directory is ugly and inefficient. I'm proud that my bootlegging is popular enough to be passed around secretly by the cabal of office ninjas who ultimately run this company. I welcome new initiates to The Secret Gnostic Directocrypha of Sam, Prophet of the Spreadsheet.

Cept nobody gets the spreadsheet version. They get PDFs. This kind of power is best handled by experienced masters only.

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The lightbulb in my kitchen, the five-year long-life lightbulb, burned out about six months after I bought it.

I wanted some toast so, after ascertaining that tightening it wasn't the issue, I got a hand-held LED lamp I use in emergencies, carried it into the kitchen, and watched it flicker and die.

Ergo, at the hardware store tomorrow I need to buy:

1/2" nails for hanging pictures
Duct tape, 'cause I'm out
Zipties for some cords I need to tidy up
A new lightbulb
AND SOME ROCK SALT, JUST IN CASE MY KITCHEN IS POSSESSED.

They're going to think I'm either a mad scientist or a serial killer.