I wrote an incredibly witty and charming entry yesterday, but while looking up the They Might Be Giants website to make sure I got their URL right, their Flash presentation crashed my system, and took my amazing entry with it.

Ok I might be hyping it a little, but it was good. If I do say so myself. So much of what I write here is drivel.

This picture was taken to go with yesterday's entry. Here I am dancing to my own mental recitation of "The World's Address" by TMBG, ceremoniously recreating for you the spontaneous outburst of joy I had at work, when I cleared a major hurdle just in the nick of time a la Indiana Jones. I played four rounds of "Address" at obscene volume at the workplace: two of the regular version and two of the Joshua Fried remix. And I danced madly to all of them. My instinctively Latin feet (the only Latin part of me) stepped and strutted and kicked. Oh I was good. I was so very good.

Ahem.

And no I didn't get in trouble because all this joy was exhibited in my downstairs office area (read: dungeon) after 6:00 pm.