Friday, August 11, 2006

Mango Madness

I've just been told that my office will be relocated to another building, just down the walkway, right past the band building. No more short walks for my occasional afternoon frozen yogurt (but shorter walks for my afternoon smoothie!). No more fancy marble hallways. They tell me the new office will be "comparable." I don't want comparable. I want better. More space. Better ventilation. Less crappy desk. Perhaps more steel, less wood. And I better have just as many windows.

(Update: Apparently all I have to do is ask for those upgrades and I will probably get them.)

Okay my mixed feelings are now unmixed. I'm happy. Change is good. Change keeps changing. So much change in such a short time for such a handsome young man. But like Dirk Diggler, I plan to keep on keeping on. Because we can do better.

The August picture on my California State Parks calendar is of Fern Creek in Muir Woods. I want to go there. It's green and brown and peaceful. I bet it smells real good.

I want to see Talladega Nights again. I may have missed some of the subtleties. But there are other movies to see tonight.

Wow I can write some really boring shit on this blog and people will still read it.

9 comments:

swarn said...

what does mango madness mean?

somalley said...

i don't think it means anything swarn. i just think Ali ran out of ideas and wanted to put his crap out there with a title

mkaufman said...

well he used to call the blog The Mango until a mutiny, centered in the mean streets of South Pasadena and Miracle Mile, arose, rendering his fruit-based concept (got to peel of the skin to get to the mush) conceptless. that's the story on the street at least.

jpeterman said...

no I heard it was far more crazyshit than that mk. rumor has it mad dog himself demanded a name change. his rage echoed from minnetonka to the corner of vermont and fig.

bkirkpatrick (jr.) said...

i remember even philbin had an opinion, threatening to take back the check if a-to-the-f didn't go back to something more bluish and architectural.

jldreyfus said...

it could just be the name of a smoothie at jamba juice. funny story: i went there the other day and the lady at the counter told everyone ordering the citrus-based smoothies that "we're out of passion juice." she was referring of course to passion fruit-mango juice, the base sweetener to most of the citrus selections. but she called it passion juice, bringing to mind far more provocative images.

amonk said...

passion juice indeed, jld! but back to the blue. why does he give us so much of his life but so little of his SELF? who is this man? what's his score on the man quiz? why does he look so mean in the few photos of his that have been made public? does he really sleep on the floor? why were most of his good stories written in 03-04 and very few lately? what's with the jumping around from script idea to script idea? does he have the ADD? does he really think the trojans can go unbeaten this year? in football. why does he love? how does he love? what moments from his childhood imprinted upon him his present-day sense of self? why does he hate deadwood so much (the city not the show)? what happened in deadwood? what secrets is he keeping? has he ever been to portugal? i heard he has.

Anonymous said...

All valid questions.

But, more importantly, would he take a date to see a film that involved a man fellating a donkey?

mr.hicks said...

It depends. Is the donkey fellating an integral part of the plot? Does it advance the story or develop a character (not necessarily the donkey or the fellator)? Is it laugh-out-loud funny? If 2 of the 3 answers to these questions is "yes" then the answer to your question, poetanonymous, is also yes.