We’re in a recession. My boss, he came right out and said it. Zack, we’re in a recession. We’re not a Fortune 500 bastion, but we are scraping the underside of a $350M year. Some of our competitors, the neck-and-necks revenue-wise, are still calling it a slowdown. There’s no other word for it, Zack, a recession, it’s real. I think he’s right to be realistic about these things. After all, simple mathematics tells you that the more you have, the more you stand to lose. Our margins were so thin last quarter... you could have slapped a dress on them and sent them shucking down a Milan runway. We’re in the transportation industry. Overland shipping- whether of kumquats or tank armor- costs thousands of dollars in fuel each trip. And thousands of dollars a year for the kumquat enthusiast’s car to chug along out to that specialty market. And pretty soon you, the enthusiast, have given up on your beloved boutique fruit that once set you apart as a worldly, knowing, new milleniast, and replaced them with Tang. And we don’t have an account with Tang.

He’s right, it’s all so very undeniable. It makes too much sense. And he’s right to be conscious of it with nine-hundred employees perched on one revenue line. On the other hand, all I wanted was new pad of Post-It notes. Turns out, we don’t have an account with them either.

It took me two solid minutes to find the "create new post" link. Superb.

You'd think after three months of total silence, a guy would have something say. And i do. And it is this:

Whoever keeps visiting this site from Belgium, twice a day, for six months, to read "O-H!" over and over again is really starting to creep me out. I've only known one Belgian in my life and he was a middle-school french teacher who took my Weezer hat away from me and kept it until June. We're not friends. And neither are you and I, you anonymous waffle-snarfer, so stick a thumb out.

There, that's a start.

For the past 5 weeks i've been meaning to write this post. And now, i don't have time- as i've just remembered it 30 mins before i have to leave for work. But  i'd like to point out that at least i thought about it.

I keep forgetting to take a camera over to my parents' house so i can take a picture of:

The Amazing Collapseable Barn

We got the barn through my sister's father-in-law with whom- and this is so true it hurts my teeth to keep it in any longer- with whom we traded a 1957 Ford pickup truck. We traded a truck for a barn.

In case you're wondering i am wearing shoes. And socks.

It's not a full-sized barn for say, cattle and whatnot. But it's larger than your average "quaint old-timey storage solution". Dad does not buy storage solutions. He buys storage facilities.

In any event, like most things that we as responsible consumers touch, it fell down. This is why i wanted to take a picture. Because i'm willing to bet that most people have never seen a barn so miserabley strewn over itself like a suicided cartoon character. Preferably Marmaduke. And if you have seen it before, well, you always want to look again.

If you'll excuse me i've got to find a place that sells "Police Line Do Not Cross" tape before i go to work.