Wednesday, September 21

Insect Karma Revolt.

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I was leaning against the door frame of a co-worker’s office, chatting about Lost, when I heard someone yelling my name from across the room. A quick scan of the cube farm brought my gaze to a young intern named Anna. She was staring a hole in my head.

“Come here, quick!” she said, muffling the receiver of her telephone, which she was simultaneously using while summoning me.

I quickly skipped across the perimeter, approaching her cube and wondering why on earth she would need me so urgently. Anna and I don’t really talk to each other, as she resides on the second floor; I only go up there to talk with people about things like television and beer. As I peeked into her cube, I saw that her face was a light shade of red, and she was slowly tucking her knees under her chin, folding herself up in a fetal position on her chair.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sincere and mystified.

“There’s a…aaaugh!” she shot back, sticking her right leg straight out and kicking her desk drawer shut to reveal a millipede inching along the wall of the cubicle.

I should have expected nothing less. I’ve been the designated killer of insects and vermin since I started working here over a year and a half ago. It wasn’t that I necessarily minded the side job; it was just disconcerting to know that Anna was aware of this role that I played. It’s not something I’ll be using on a resume anytime soon. Nonetheless, I grabbed a few pieces of Kleenex from her embroidered tissue cozy and did what needed to be done. After a deep sigh, she thanked me.

“You know,” I said to her, “when the step ladder was invented, I was convinced that women no longer had any use for men, seeing as they could now reach high things on their own. But as long as there are spiders around, I’ll always mean something to someone. It’s why I’m married.”

Anna laughed, I didn’t look like too much of an ass, and I gracefully left the second floor like a war hero. I was feeling pretty good about myself, and thought that it would be a good time to eat lunch. After all, nothing celebrates the murdering of an innocent millipede than by enjoying a butterscotch Snak-Pak.

I shut the door to my office and settled in for 45 minutes of silence and eating. On the menu today was a plate of instant macaroni and cheese, two butterscotch Snak-Paks, a single serving of cinnamon applesauce and a bottle of Aquafina. It’s surely no surprise to you that I am the picture of health for a 23 year old. I put on a Talking Heads album, and started reading the newest issue of the Onion, which features a fantastic interview with documentary filmmaker Errol Morris.

It should be noted that, since my promotion, I’ve been residing in my own personal office. I’ve temporarily graduated from cubicle half-walls to wood paneling and an honest-to-God door. I’m not bragging by any means (I said it’s temporary), it’s just pivotal to the story.

I had just gotten to the part of the interview where Mr. Morris was discussing his oscar-winning The Fog Of War, when I heard the buzzing. It sounded like one of the fluorescent lights had suddenly gone wonky, so I looked up for an inspection.

It was then that I saw the largest horsefly I had ever seen. He was clinging to the low ceiling, focusing on me with his 90-some odd eyes, and humming like a massage chair.

Allow me to interject for a brief moment.

Is it at this point where most rational people would open his or her office door, allowing the lumbering beast to exit the room with a minimal level of welts and bloodshed. I, however, am not a rational person. I was smart enough to know that once I opened my door, I had immediately absolved any and all existing lunch rights, and people would start bothering me with work again. To open the door would mean to lose my temporary sanctuary, and I was not willing to give this up. Not today.

The horsefly was in for a fight. I nick-named it “Buzzy”.

I slowly got up from my once-peaceful lunch, rolling up the newspaper behind my back, so Buzzy couldn’t see what I was doing. He was looking at me, trying to figure out what he could do to finish my macaroni and cheese. I was hungry though, and with the killing of a millipede still fresh in my mind, I wasn’t in the mood to share.

I took a half-jump into the air, skimming the ceiling with the newspaper. I missed Buzzy by at least a yard. He took off, but in a 7 by 8 office, he didn’t have too far to go. He flew over to a side wall, trying to blend into a map of Wisconsin that the previous employee had taped to the wall. He was perfectly still, residing near Janesville on the map when I spotted him.

I wound up and took a mighty swing at Buzzy, whiffing entirely and colliding with my applesauce on the backswing. Buzzy once again fled the scene, but my Mott’s single serving wasn’t so lucky. I made the unfortunate mistake of taking my eyes off of Buzzy for a fraction of a second, making sure that the applesauce wouldn’t spill on the floor (it most certainly did). I no more than turned around when I again made eye contact with this massive sting monkey, making a complete beeline straight for my left eye.

It’s not often that a gnat decides to attack you, but I believe that he saw the urgency of the situation. Buzzy knew that one of us was going to die, and he rightfully didn’t want it to be him.

Seeing this bottle-cap sized, winged disease machine attempt to kamikaze itself into my ocular jelly sent me into a panic. I yelled out loud and dropped to my knees in an attempt to dodge the beast. I blindly and frantically tomahawked into the air with my newspaper, Talking Heads calmly muffling the sounds of the horrid struggle now taking place in my office. I raked my fingers feverishly through my hair to see if Buzzy had decided to burrow himself into my scalp. By doing this, he could camp out for the day, and kill me as I slept this evening. Smart horsefly.

As I stumbled back to my feet, I tried to collect myself. I used the spilled applesauce as a crude war paint for my face (okay, so I didn’t), and stood perfectly still. I quietly reached over to the stereo and paused the disk, listening intently for the trademark hum.

“Come on, Buzzy,” I whispered. “Show yourself.”

Once again, I caught him in the corner of my eye, making another mad dash for my face. I took a baseball swing at him and connected, sling-shotting him across the room and onto my computer desk. He lay there, twitching and missing a leg, but very much alive and dangerous. I gave him another shot for good measure, and he stopped moving. I didn’t want to touch him, so I used the sticky end of a Post-It note to transport Buzzy into my trash receptacle.

Exhaling deeply, I cleaned up my mess and tried to put the trauma behind me. I didn’t have anything to read now, but I could still finish my lunch because….

What the hell was that noise?

Looking over to the trashcan, I saw Buzzy crawling up the side of the discarded newspaper. I swear to you that he was flipping me the bird. Horrified, I threw my spilled container of applesauce at him, and he disappeared. He’s was no longer in the trashcan, and he wasn’t anywhere else in the office either. He simply disappeared.

That meant that he was on me. He had returned from the grave to finish the job.

Whipping myself into a frenzy, I did a rain dance in the office, pulling all of my clothing in every direction while messing up my already psychotic-looking hair. No sign of Buzzy whatsoever.

He made it out. He beat me.

Flabbergasted, I threw myself onto my chair and blinked hard. This was karma for killing that millipede earlier. I tampered in God’s domain, and I got what I deserved. In this case, what I deserved was to be mercilessly tormented by a horsefly the size of an apple fritter.

Well, back to work.

What's with you and bugs "just disappearing"? That's what happened to that spider you killed that one day!

Your applesauce spilled??? That is tragic :(
Yeah, there was tragedy abound.

This was the third insect I've lost instead of killing in the last WEEK! I don't know what's wrong with me, perhaps I've lost my edge.

I deserved it, though. I'm still having flashbacks. I saw things I'll never forget.
Bugs and you don't mix.

We almost crashed the car that one day because you were flipping out about that winged-ant on my steering wheel....
Hey, that winged ant was so big it was steering the damn car.
Welcome back. This is what I like to read.
This couldn't have happened to anyone but me, so I felt the need to share.
Er, what's with the Desmond thing in the sidebar?
I don't know how it got there...

We can't talk about it though, because I can't put up any spoilers for a couple days.
Yeah, but you had that up there YESTERDAY, too. I saw it!
I knew that Desmond was going to show up on Lost, but I didn't know to what extent. I threw it on here a few days ago just so I could say that I had it first.

That being said, Desmond's place ruled. It was all big and expansive, modern appliances nestled side-by-side with 80's relics and reel-to-reel machines. I'm going to watch it again when I get home.
I had crickets in my basement that I was having a battle of wits with... they would hide behind the baseboard and make noise, keeping me up when I wanted to sleep. Any time I'd try to sneak up on them, they'd crawl back there again, so I couldn't get to them. After several weeks of battle, I finished off their leader (or what I assume was the leader... he was the size of a kaiser roll, and there haven't been any more since him).
When I used to work at the hardware store, I could hunt and kill crickets by just listening. I could pinpoint their location anywhere in the store and take them out like a ninja.

I was really allowed to show off my truly bizarre talents working there. I feel as if I'm being wasted nowadays. I could write you a 500 page book about working at that place, and it would be entertaining from start to finish. I can't do that where I am now.
I had to stop reading a few comments in once I saw potential spoilage for Lost, which I won't be viewing till Saturday.

Errol Morris = brilliant. I've probably raved about him here before. I've got every dvd he's put out, except for Mr Death which I need to purchase now. His website has good stuff, too.

We've had a gnat problem this summer at my office. I only ever see one at a time, but as soon as I kill the one, another one starts flying around. They've started getting more aggressive about flying in my face. I've gotten pretty good about reaching out in midair and squashing them in my hand. When I was home in Omaha a couple weeks ago, we were relaxing in our basement and a fly was buzzing around. As it flew out in front of me, in one fluid motion I reached out in midair and squashed it. I think my family was frightened.
Woah, you're like a gnat assassin. Or a gnat gninja, if you prefer. I would have been scared, too.

Sorry about the minor Lost plotlines, I don't think I severely spoiled anything that you don't find out 10 seconds in. Trust me, this episode was worth the wait; Damon Lindelof is a writing genius.

After reading that Errol Morris interview, I think I'll get into his work a bit. He seems incredibly bright and interesting. Go to, and search around in the AV Club section if you want to see for yourself.
I tried posting this a couple times, but then I realized I needed to get an account. When blammers blam, it's the little guy that gets hurt.

It is not possible to access the at UW La Crosse, as the server has it forbidden. I find that lame and confusing.

Also, with the wealth of musical knowledge on this site, a bored me, and a venue in La Crosse with bands I am not familiar with, I was hoping you could help me out. Self Against City, Umbrellas, and Days Like These are playing tomorrow night. I'd appreciate any thoughts.
I didn't get spoiled... I can't remember who Desmond is, and that's all I read of the rest of the comments. I've got houseguests tonight so I can't satisfy my curiosity till tomorrow.

I might post some Sufjan Stevens and Wilco concert reviews on my blog this weekend. I think I'm going to start emailing BLAM!ers to see if I can more subtly incorporate their products into my blog content like they do on MTV.
Andrew, sorry about the Onion. It's for people over 18, but you're at college. College without the Onion isn't really college at all. It makes up like, 90% of their readers.

As far as those bands go, I don't know any of them. Are they local acts? If they have web pages, I'm certain they will have some MP3's for your downloading enjoyment.

It's always good to blindly check out a concert every now and again; it's a good way to see a band at their best without any prior mindset.

Paste, the new Lost is crazy good. I hope a billion people watched it.

Oooh, I like concert reviews, especially with good bands. I heard that Sufjan Stevens puts on a darn good show.
I just got my full and complete paycheck from Dan's. I talked to Julie, and just apologized for everything. She said Dan should be calmed down by now (i.e. not in a killing mood) and that they're out tranquilizing the deer. Some are back, but the second biggest was shot by a kid during bow season. The biggest is still out there. Overall, I'm still alive! Yay!
You apologized? Well, it makes sense. Leave on a fair enough note, and Dan won't try to slit your throat if you ever need gas from there.
I just watched the premiere of Lost, so feel free to let the spoilers fly. The hatch was way cooler than anything I could ever think up. It opens up so many more possibilities. And Desmond... What the heck? I loved how that scene started, seemed like some nutty flashback at first. Was Desmond on the first season? Am I missing something?
This episode marked the first and only appearance of Desmond. Other than the flashback scene with Jack, that's all we know about him so far.

I'll do an episode recap next week, before they air episode 2. It was indeed cooler than anything I could have expected. The first minute was amazing.
Ok, just wanted to make sure... The above comments confused me a bit, but now all is clear.

I wonder if the "You've just got to lift it up" thing he said has any hidden significance, or if he was basically telling Jack to have faith.

Invasion was pretty good, too.
Yeah, you might be right about Desmond's comment. What I know for sure is that the bottle he injected himself with at the start of the show had "the numbers" on it. How they plan on tying all of this together is beyond me.

I taped Invasion, but I haven't watched it yet.
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