Ben Alman 

what the.. ??

so, yeah. this photo isn't 'shopped, jimbo is actually wearing a creepy latex horse mask. apparently, his halloween costume came in early, and he decided to share it with all of us. at least, that's what he says, but i'm not entirely sold on the whole halloween costume angle - some of us in the office think he might be having some kind of dependency issues with latex and horse porn. time will tell

ronald.. wait, ronald?

the other day, ronald (brand new dad) came back to the office after a few days off to find an exquisitely crafted balloon likeness coding up some rather complex perl modules in his place. and i think they did a great job with it, they really managed to capture his essence perfectly.. from the grossly oversized head, to the abnormally long neck, ending with that stack of blank CDs. yep, that's our ronald

boobies

i'm not exactly sure what this photo means, other than to officially signify that now, quite clearly, imagining andrew in women's underwear has entered the realm of possibility, in case you hadn't already walked (or been pushed) down that slippery slope

retaliation

i'm not sure exactly was done to deserve this kind of retaliation, but it must have been pretty severe. granted, it was obviously not severe enough to warrant the wholesale destruction of either the phone or calculator.. but that tape might leave some kind of hard-to-remove sticky residue

citgo

i'm sure i have other photos of the gigantic neon citgo sign in kenmore square, but i just had to take another one. it's so freakin' bright! it haunts my dreams, and calls to me (which goes something like, "citgo! citgo! citgo!!")

change the five

DUDE: so, did you like, change that five to that other number?

OTHER DUDE: yep.

$5 diet coke

ok, so i just had to take a photo of this. like most people, i've paid exorbident fees for a mega-size beverage in my day, but this was no mega-size beverage. no sir, just your average run-of-the-mill 20oz diet coke. it was not 32oz. it was not 64oz. it did not come with an extra-long straw, crushed ice or a coupon for 20¢ off one hot dog of your choice. it was an everyday joe soda, at a carlton banks price. but, hey, you can't beat the ambience, go sox!

the unnamed heroes

i'm not a baseball expert, but as far as i can tell, the "athletes" basically just stand in the field and wait for the action to come to them. every once in a while, they might catch, throw or hit a ball. and maybe run around the bases, but other than that, they just scratch their asses and get real paid

now these men in red, the unnamed heroes (seriously, none of them have names, just id numbers. i read it on wikipedia), every few innings, these brave champions dance their majestic crimson ballet around the infield, mesmerizing and enchanting the crowd with their perfectly choreographed motions. they dance the sublime dance of life, and for that they earn the undying gratitude of the masses

i'm not a playa

SOME GUY: so, what's with all the players in this separate area at our end of the field? do they like, have to run all the way back and forth from here every inning?

ME: no. the dugout, down near home plate, is where the cool players are. this is just the bullpen, where the pitchers warm up, and all the uncool players wait for someone to get injured

ROBYN: uncool? well, you should be down there

ME: hey baby, i'm not a playa, i just crush a lot

ha ha, colon

sorry, nothing to see here, except perhaps evidence of my blatant, not-so-latent thirteen-year-old sense of humor