Jeers: To me. I feel bad that I made a comment a few weeks ago about we needed to lay off a few people to free up spots in the parking lot. Someone in my department must be a mole.

Cheers: To the Mayor of Roanoke, VA. He called Toledo's mayor to apologize for the rioting, since Bill White, who organized the National Socialist Movement's protest last weekend, is a Roanoke resident.

Cheers: To the coffee shop upstairs in the hospital. They're selling apple fritters for $.75.

Cheers: To Remote Desktop Connection from Microsoft. My macMini just became very useful.

Jeers: To Novell. My password should not expire when I log in using RDC. The only two things Novell does well are suck and lose market share.

Cheers: To my GF. She came by last night and got me out of a mental funk I've been stuck in. She's kicks ass at Katamari Damacy.

Jeers: To people driving with other people lodged in their windshield. Seriously, why is this a chronic problem all of a sudden?

Jeers: To London Assembly transport spokesman Murad Qureshi. Before bitching about how UK diplomats in NYC have to pay the toll on the Brooklyn Bridge, first make sure there is a toll on the Brooklyn Bridge. Who have the diplomats been giving money to every morning during their commute?

SuperUltraJeers: To the BBC. Those bastards updated the story to make the following line by Mr. Qureshi sound like he knows what he's talking about: "The charge isn't dissimilar to what we would pay to go into Manhattan via the Brooklyn Bridge." is now, "The charge isn't dissimilar to what we would pay to go into Manhattan via bridges and roads." Still not entirely accurate (Try and find a road into Manhattan), but less dumb.

Cheers: To the black man. Thanks for taking it all in stride.

Cheers: To my purchase of chicken salad and rolls. That kicks ass.

Jeers: To not knowing if I'm going to have a job at the end of the day. Fuck. The layoffs keep coming. We're one of the few departments that hasn't been hit. As of right now, my email works, which is a good sign.

Jeers: To my oil plug. Whoever changed the oil last time stripped the plug bare, meaning I've got to find a way to get it off before I can get an oil change.

Cheers: To my fridge. It's keeping a bottle of Maker's Mark chilled for my arrival.

Jeers: To the maintenance guys at my apartment complex. Stop trying to recaulk my tub by putting more caulk on top of the old caulk.

Cheers: To the kids upstairs. They moved out, which means I won't be awakened at 9AM every weekend by their morning five mile jog around their apartment.

Jeers: To the mom from upstairs. She moved out, along with her fine bootay.

Jeers: To the door. It's preventing me from hearing the meeting about the layoffs.

Cheers: To having a job. No one in our department got cut today. Tomorrow is a different matter.

Jeers: To support calls from Geripsych. I get uncomfortable hearing the background noise from the calls, so I can't imagine having to work up there. Or don't want to.

Jeers: To the NC State's student paper, The Technician. They got pissed about the Mexi-Cam when they should have used their paper to call for the resignation of Chuck Amato. Or keep him. I don't really care about NCSU.

Cheers: To going home. Home rocks.