Sorry about the lack of excitement over here at C’est Non Un Blog. I’ve really been slacking off lately in the posting department. It’s not easy though when you’re not even in the house most of five days out of the week.

The other day when I was driving home I stopped at the intersection in front of Bennington College and waited for some cars to pass. Coming out of Bennington College were a guy and girl on bikes. So after all of the traffic passes the two bikers and myself pass the road.

Just as I’m about all the way across the street I just take a glance to my side to see the guy totally completely flip the rear end of his bike over his head not five feet away from me. He must have hit a rock or a pothole or something. The guy rolls into the ditch and jumps up quickly, doing the whole brushing the pain off thing you do when you fall off your bike. He didn’t look hurt at all. Honestly it was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I almost drove my car off the road, I was laughing so hard. I’ve never seen anything like it.

I had a dream last night that I was driving around in a vending machine. Analyze THAT Freud!

There have been some freak thunderstorms rolling around here lately. Much worse than anything I can remember (more proof of global warming!). Sunday I woke up around 2AM and it was BAD outside. I seriously thought the house was going to get hit. Of course it didn’t help that I had been watching Season Four of the Sopranos earlier that day, and had been having a Sopranos related dream when I woke up. Thinking you are going to get wacked with lightning is not a pleasant feeling, I tell you what.

This is the last week my friend Dave is going to be working at Bose, which really sucks because he’s seriously my best friend there. He’s awesome. It’s going to suck working without him. Hopefully we’ll hang out outside of work after he’s done here, and not just never see each other again.

What’s really going to suck is if another person quits like he is saying he’s going to. Then there would only be four of us working, which means no vacation time EVER. That would just blow. We better get hiring. It’s tough though, because there are like no appropriate applicants in the Manchester area. You either move away, are rich, or are a moron.

I’m starting to get that feeling now. That feeling that when I finally get my credit card bill I’m going to shit a brick. Can I really be blamed for loving music and movies though? Can I?

Why don’t I have a helper monkey? I mean, really!

On any given day, it will probably be true that my feet really hurt.