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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

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There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

24 July, 2007

My first post from work

Always breaking new ground, I, the Rockel, bring you this post direct from my desk at the new Rockelcomm Worldwide West Coast Headquarters.

For those of you that are unaware (which is pretty much everyone as I haven't updated you), I am currently working as a temp. So as not to incriminate myself I won't divulge the name of the temp agency that employs me. However, I can tell you with certainty that I am employed by a temp agency, and NOT Sony Pictures Entertainment (SPE) in the Sony Pictures Home Entertainment (SPHE) department, Business Development group.

If you check out the Wiki on SPE you can see the building where I, for some reason or another, around 9am every morning, gravitate to (Sony Pictures Plaza [SPP], on the 8th floor) as well as the gate through which I enter the studio lot and (behind it) the parking deck where the Dubya lives between 9am-6pm. Incidentally, the SPP is at one end of the studio lot and the parking deck the other. Lots of good walking exercise.

I have my very own office, complete with a door, wonderfully energizing fluorescent lights, four eggshell/white walls, and two framed prints (a Picasso and a McKnight [Thomas McKnight, as if you didn't already know]) hanging on the previously mentioned stark white walls.

I have a computer (Dell) with monitor (Sony - duh), several empty filing cabinets, a "King of Queens" note pad, two trash cans (only one of which, for some reason, the cleaning staff empties), a rolly chair behind my desk, ANOTHER CHAIR (that's right... in case I need to meet with someone, which I don't), a box of kleenex (in case I make the someone I'm not meeting with cry), a printer that isn't plugged in to anything, a floor lamp that isn't plugged in to anything, more highlighters and pencils than you could shake a stick at, and - like - 3 pens (I even brought one of my own).

As to why I'm writing this post here and now, no, I have nothing better to do. I'm supposed to be working on a project to re-generate a whole bunch of reports from the past year or so, but they've been having major tech problems company-wide as well as specifically with the files/programs used to generate the reports I'm supposed to be working on, so... here I am. With nothing to do.

I had lunch with a friend today. I'll call him "John Doe" (not his actual name). He's a great guy who also does NOT work for SPE and who is one of the main reasons that I, too, do NOT work for SPE. We had a nice lunch and chat. It was a pleasant departure from my insanely boring day and his incredibly hectic one. He mentioned that they were starting to shoot Will Smith's new movie on one of the stages in the next couple weeks. This set us off talking about "Celebrity Stories," and since I still have yet to procure any good ones, I'll tell you one of his. (As a preface, it should be noted that although John Doe works in the film/tv business, he also enjoys music and has, on occasion, jumped on a turntable and "got his DJ" on, though he is far from professional).

One day, or night I suppose, John Doe was hanging out at a "local" karaoke bar. He happened to look up just in time to see..... his friend, Bob (not his actual name). He began to make his way over to Bob when who should he see Bob talking to but..... Kato Kaelin. That's right. Kato Kaelin. John walked over and said "Hi" to Bob who responded in kind and then introduced the two:

"Kato, this is my buddy John. John Doe. He's a world famous DJ."

To which Mr. Kaelin extended his hand to Mr. Doe (and Mr. Doe likewise to Mr. Kaelin, and they shook) and said:

"I'm a big fan of your work."

"Thanks," said John. And with that, he turned and left.

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And we'll end with a video again. Why not? "COPS" Rules!

posted by Rockel @ 4:47 PM

3 Comments:

At 24/7/07 7:32 PM, Andronicus said…

That video was hilarious!! So many good quotes. When he started talking right to the camera? Can I finish?? Can I finish?

I am glad your non-job is working out so well for you. Maybe it will turn into a job-job if they like the way you make non-people cry.
At 30/9/07 10:50 AM, Andronicus said…

first and last post from work?

so sad forever
At 4/10/07 2:26 AM, Doyle said…

Has the West Coast smog machine permanently disabled our heroes ability to blog? Will our hero ever make it back to a keyboard again? Have the news agencies actually missed California falling into the ocean, and is there any truth to the theory that everything we see is just a 3-D, fleshed out hologram? And most importantly: How come the cookies with the Hershey's Kiss in the center rarely come with chocolate chips?

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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.