Smiles From Glasgow

Today I’m thankful for Scottish synth-pop.

I am always hunting for new music.  My taste is eclectic and I’ll happily listen to most things once.  YouTube suggested a Chvrches video based on what I’d previously viewed.  I’ve tended to either highly enjoy or immediately need to skip their songs.  There doesn’t seem to be a middle ground.

They have a clean sound.  I prefer that to distortion, except in some punk and sludge metal.  Their production is crisp and the layering is precise.  I appreciate the intricate beats, and the fact that each song is a complete item.  They don’t meander to some strange musical future.  This particular track has helped get me through a long work week.  I was amused by the writer’s description of it as a “middle finger mic-drop.”  That probably says more about how I handle stress than I actually care to admit.  Listen and enjoy, I hope.

All rights belong to the artists.  I do not own this video.

And Another Thing!

Today I’m thankful for red writing implements.

My employer regularly reviews policies relating to every aspect of our work.  There are thousands of them so it is a continuous process.  In a first, my group was asked for input on several that directly affect our work.  We were each given a paper copy and a red pen and told to have at.  I found a contradictory statement and wrote “logical fallacy!!!” in big red letters.  It made me feel better.  I’m easily amused.  I doubt we’ll have any appreciable impact on the final product but it won’t be from lack of trying.



The Cone of Shame

Today I’m thankful for traffic cones.

My employer moved locations.  They’re leasing the building we currently occupy.  There aren’t enough parking spots for every employee so a number of people come in early trying to beat the rush.

I did the same one day.  While pulling in I saw a traffic cone blocking the empty spot nearest the disabled (badge) slots.  Our landlord’s name was stenciled on the cone.  As I removed my key from the ignition a large white luxury car pulled up next to the blocked spot.  I recognized the driver as she got out of her car.  It was the landlord’s administrative staffer.  She saw me watching, smiled, grabbed the cone and put it in her car, and pulled into the best unsigned spot in the lot.

I told my colleagues, who promptly suggested we each make our own cones to “officially” claim good spots.  We haven’t done so, but I also have yet to see the original cone make a repeat performance.  If I had I think the rest of the lot would suddenly sprout matching orange “fruit.”

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