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Just saw the PugChick again. Without her Pug, but she was hurrying through the lunchlines with a harried look on her face, so I naturally assumed that she was snatching some quick sustenance for herself. Apparently the time apart from one's Pug is fairly awful, although it doesn't escalate to heroin-withdrawal magnitude for a few days. She looked at me a little funny, though. I hope she doesn't recognise me from that time last week when I saw her and the other Pug-Ridden chanting. It's supposed to be private.

Our programmer is back from his long illness today. You can see the Pug-marks on his arm, if you look closely enough. I guess the fact that he made it through the withdrawal (plenty of methadone, I hear) is heartening. I hope he doesn't turn around and get sucked in again, though. Some people just have a weakness for the Pugs, and that seems to be that.

Oh, our lead artist has _finally_ been accommodated in the office; his door had to be recut. It's the horns. And aeron delivered their custom chair, which is seriously as tall as I am. I think we could have paid off our mortgage with what that cost. And my office-neighbor, he's had his tank for a couple of months now. I think I've finally learned to tune out his splashing around in there. What they made for his input device is fairly impressive, but it's a proprietary design. Not like nobody else has made the things, but ours is better neurally linked.

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Man, the three seashells in the women's bathroom are TOTALLY broken. I hope the maintenance people weren't all outside for some reason just now when that thing went by, because I would REALLY hate to have to use the bathroom at the other end of building.

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Alex and I were just playing Help! I'm Underground! on the office Wendy, and of course he beat me. But halfway through the rematch, Ike started melding with a Pug, and that was distracting enough that we had to stop. God, we've got, what, nine people here who're Pug-Ridden? They have anti-discriminatory laws in place already, but it's still kind of a drain. All summed up by Pug in the Family: The Bleary Years, really. Kiefer Sutherland isn't exactly my cup of tea, but he plays a Pug-Ridden pretty decently.
Oh, by the way, if you live near me, I'm probably going to switch the honeycomb-trays on my office beehive tomorrow, so if you want some honey (heavy on the local emissions, good for allergies (If you have a problem with tritium, though, you should probably hold off)), let me know. I wouldn't be switching them this early in the season, but I have to install a DVD-burner, and the bees have really built up into all the space in my machine's case. You know how they are. They're doing a good job of cooling the cpu, though.
Ha, my timing chip is squeaking, I have to get back to work. Mennil Toss Flykune 2 isn't going to animate itself. I assume.

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Oh, fucking terrific, I just got such a talking-to. Apparently it's not 'HR appropriate' to have my replica pilot whale skull in here anymore. Thanks (presumably) to Andre, who's our only cetacean. God. Like he's ever in my office. His exoskeleton would never even FIT. And anyway, Shawn gets to keep _human_ skulls. And a medusa skull, and a rimerunner hind leg, and that baby civilisation he's got in a Guinness can. I don't see anyone complaining about HIM. I'll bet those crystalbats are his too, and they're really spreading the guano around, in addition to being the highly selective eyes of management.
AND the pilot whale skull is full of bees and wax, like everything else in here. I'll have to chip it out, I guess, and wave it cooperatively at one of the CEO's cameras. God.

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Uff. JP and I just now got home, thanks to velocipede traffic and the Busey bus. We also had to drop Matt off at the mall for a new filtration suit. He always has to have them custom-altered, for obvious reasons, so we weren't going to wait around. But now we're back at the old conapt, and we had exact change and everything. Settling in now for a night of mycoprotein-an'-slig and watching the clean-bugs creep over the walls while we download smells. It's a living. Well, not a living, but it's better than being outside, obviously.