Blog of Magic Cheese

I like working where I work because instead of simple, "A bottle broke during shipment and some of 'em are sticky" e-mail, we get gems like these:

While unpacking our recently arrived bounty of beverages, I noticed that one of the Juice Squeeze boxes was a bit, uhh, soggy. Opening flexible package revealed the gaping, broken mouth of what was once a perfectly formed Blackberry Pomegranate Juice Squeeze. While I applaud the Blackberry Pomegranate's daring attempt to escape homogeneity (I assume the explosion was a suicide), the resulting carnage bathed his brothers in a sea of Blackberry Pomegrate gore.

Before placing one of these traumatized bottles in the fridge, please rinse them off so as not to afflict your fellow employees with a blood-prickling surprise. Unless, you know, you're just evil like that.

Your Aya fortune of the day reads: Ware ye the spicy tofu and vegetable soup of the Koreans, for it shall stain your fingertips bright, bright red.

The office manager (quoted in the previous post) refers to ordering food for the office on the bi-monthly Games Night as "feeding Aya's tapeworm". Healthy appetite for the win!

Though now I am somewhat concerned that I'm eating the office out of house and home... I'm sure they'd send me a memo, though.

Saw the sneak preview of Charlie Bartlett yesterday, courtesy of Rick.

I liked it. It's cute and funny, clever in places, and the lead actor, Anton Yelchin, is incredibly talented. He looked like he had a blast making the movie. I'm torn between giving him respectful kudos and ruffling his hair and giving him a big hug.

I still don't get the seething with generic teenage angst, though. I was the oddball in high school that didn't notice the social cliques, if we had any. Aside from the usual crippling lack of self-confidence, I had a good time in high school.

While the teenage movie stereotypes are present, at least the characters are portrayed as genuine and the young actors are all likable.