Office Nosher: The Sequel

Somehow, the saga of office noshers -- a very small subset of the underground group - has persisted through the summer. I've nearly pinpointed the nosher in question with 100 percent accuracy. Shown below is the most recent act of office noshing, this time on an innocent cookie-pop given to our agency as a congratulations for a conference well done. The cookie basket was placed on the community credenza, and in the plain view. There were plenty for everybody. There was no need to conduct this level of drive-by-noshing.

That sugar cookie was once the state of Arizona. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with people.

Of Mice and Theremin

I've found myself occupying the limited mental space that is not reserved for work with new interests these past weeks. Well, some are new.  Some seem to persist.

The Theremin. For those unfamiliar, it's the weird old sci-fi instrument played by air waves and the positioning of your hands to vary the pitch. Basically, it's the real-life version of playing an air guitar, except actual sound matches your twitchy hand movements.

A few things about the theremin that I find superior to other instruments, or interests for that matter: (1) It's creepy sounding, which I like. (2) It has the power to make me feel like I'm in the movie "The Shining" and simultaneously, a character in Charlie Brown, and also helping Snow White at her well. (3) Even homeless people can produce cool covers with it. (4) It feels magical.

Vermin. I've also been scanning rooms, desks and walls for mice. I had a dream last night about a mouse with two colors in its snout fur. At the end of a long day in the office last week, I actually picked up a flat manila folder to see if there was a mouse under it. As I sit and write this, my feet are propped up, just in case.

All work and no play leads to theremin obsession and paranoia.

The end.