The Phoenix Rises

Headbutt.

First things first: I could regale you with stories of my narrow escape from the jungles of Brazil, but I'll save that for another time.

I believe I've come up with a solution for all of my problems at work. You know: the dead arm, the constant shifting in my chair, the inability to exercise. My idea?

Touch screens.

If my computer were nothing but a giant touch screen (or even better, a giant touch screen with lots of smaller, virtual touch screens along it's peripheral), things would be much smoother. My arms? Now buff from waving them around (in a constructive manner mind you, not in the normal "he's talking again and about to fly off the handle" kind way). The constant shifting? Still happening, but now it's not from being uncomfortable. The dead arm? Not so dead.

Will this happen? Probably not. I think I have to wait until the scientists get done with the tube technology. Hell, I'm still trying to convince people around here that I need an intern (they are slowly starting to see it my way. Okay, only Milton does, but that's one more than before). And then there's my idea for a ball pit in the backwoods cube section. And the people movers. And the robotic monkeys.

They wouldn't even need to be fed bananas. Only motor oil and screws.

K bye.