Dammit Jake!

Yesterday, I took a bus to Factoria to visit a friend that works at the Expedia headquarters. I'd only seen her twice this year (and briefly) despite moving 1200 miles closer to her several months ago.

Expedia is paranoid about security. You enter the building, and the only place to go is into the elevators, which take you to the 5th Floor receptionist. Why they can't put the Receptionist on the ground floor, I don't know. Then they take your picture with a little machine that looks like Vader's torture droid, but on-a-stick. They emailed my picture to her, so she'd know I was there, and not some Industrial Saboteur using my name.

...but, I digress. The reason I'm blogging this tale, and why I named the post "Dammit Jake" is because for my entire bus-ride, more than an hour each way, I had stuck in my head "When we pretend that we're dead" by L7. Good song, but 2 freaking hours of a song I haven't heard but once since 1992? You're evil, my friend!