Bus candy!, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

I eat it all!!!* Nom nom nom!!

*: I did not, in fact, eat any of it.

Skilled labor?, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

For this I’m paying interest on my student loans?

(Actually, yes. Never let a janitor anywhere near a chiller.)

Or religious empiricists, as I’m presently calling them. I’m still working on it, tho. There needs to be a good term for people who take science as a matter of faith instead of a matter of, y’know, science. Particularly those who take it as a matter of fundamentalist faith *cough*Adam Savage*cough*

Visit this link at Metafilter, read about confirmation bias and the decline effect.

This is the main article in question in the New Yorker but I found it pretty hard to follow (and people would agree I read pretty well). If your eyes start to glaze over, skip to the end where the conclusions are, then maybe take it from the top. Alternatively (and additionally), read this follow up the author wrote in Wired where he answers some questions and makes his point much more succinctly (and also defeats some opportunistic question askers).

GPOYW: HP 7.2, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

With headphones on to keep the pre-movie dumb off.

I’ve been at new job for three weeks. I had almost a week off between jobs.

So after a month of not using a walkie talkie, I’m still checking to make sure the cord from my ear piece hanging down the back of my shirt doesn’t drop into the toilet.

Ay yi yi.

GPOYW: Antiquing, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

That control board has gauges! With needles! Real Stone Age shit.

GPOYW: Flaggy, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

New company is all patriotic n’ shit.

Well, not really.

The job is about what I expected it to be, preventative maintenance, tenant complaints and the occasional stupid project. And a fair amount of sitting around. I’ll be at the main building for a few days, then they’ll start to spread me out.

The dudes are cool. There’s the manager, the site lead and three other guys. I guess I’ll hafta come up with code names or some shite.

The phone, sigh, yes a Crapberry. A Bold to be exact. I don’t know why I was laden with this particular burden, most of the guys have flip phones, some have iPhones. I, sigh, have one of these. Blah.

King neighborhood to PSU (mmm, Dosirak, so good, so much food).

Thru PSU to Central Library (pick up book, pay debt to society).

Down to Riverplace (get day late final paycheck).

Across the Hawthorne to Lloyd (Wage & Hour Division FTW!).

Back downtown to credit union. (FSCK!)

Walk to convenience store for Mt Dew.

Rest and drink pee-colored nectar of the gods while anticipating the return of my will to live.

Now I’m cheating and riding the damn MAX part of the way home!