I guess it helps to complain sometimes. Got a little snow last night.

Still not as much as I was expecting and hoping for. But at least there was little layer. Better than nothing.

Is there anything cuter than pawprints in the snow? Aw. I think not. It's a comforting thought that there are kitties running around in my neighbourhood. I saw one on my way home too. Not one of the jedis. A nice black one.

I have come to the conclusion that I don't like Lars, at work. No offense Lars. I just don't like rascist jokes. Sanne sat us down together to brainstorm for ideas for some folder they need to make. A graphic way of saying network. I came up with... fishnet..work. Good boy, Plume. We didn't really come up with anything. My forté is not creative, graphic design. I know my limitations. Anyway, it was a folder for a project for integration of immigrants. And Lars said that he wasn't the right guy for the job because he was "afraid of the dark". I'm not sure if the sentence works the same way in English. But basically he was saying "I'm afraid of darkies". And then he corrected himself to "Well, not afraid. More like enemy of". Oohkay. If I had been less repressed and more confrontational I would have told him to put a sock in it.

It's not like he's a mean, aggressive uber-nazi. But I don't think it's funny. Later on he was complaining that he didn't get as much help from the system as immigrants do. "Maybe if my name was Ibrahim". Oh yes. He also made fun of a girl who walked by because her ass was big. So I have concluded that Lars is not my favourite person. I don't have much tolerance for intolerant persons. You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't.

Otherwise I spent my time at work downloading videos of kittens and puppies. I love Yahoo's video search. I also went down to the printers and picked up our posters. It was darn cold. It was freezing. When it's that cold there really ought to be masses of snow on the ground. There really oughta.

Oh and there was a guy who said he didn't like the colour I picked for the flyer/poster. Well, he didn't at first. He was talking to Sanne. She said that she thought it was a very interesting colour actually. And he looked at it some more and came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn't so bad. Which was good, because I was about ready to jump out of my chair and challenge him to a fistfight. Rascism, that I can ignore. But critize my colour choice? Oh I'll be all up in yo ass, better believe it! I've come to kick ass and chew bubble gum. And I'm all out of bubble gum.

And that was Tuesday.