As I was going through the process of shredding and filing my mail, a National City envelope came up that was obvious shredding material but was too big to fit in the toothy entrance to my mail-eating machine.

I was forced to open this junk mail and shred each page individually, because they also decided to print everything on cardstock for extra annoying-ment. A gold paperclip holding several pages together was what I thought would be my only prize for this sorting venture, but oh was I wrong. A gold paperclip is virtually meaningless compared to the treat I found behind the survey they wanted me to fill out so badly that they made this giant mailing to begin with.

A two dollar bill. Yes, a two dollar bill tucked behind a survey and in front of some sort of advertisement. The only remaining part of this mailing that isn’t in tiny cross-cut pieces besides the golden paperclip is a very crisp two dollar bill.

This makes me wonder just how many two dollar bills have been shredded in the past month by people not willing to sort through the “obvious” junk mail they get.

Insultingly Stupid Movie Physics

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I realize I haven’t posted any personal insights or thoughts in a couple weeks. The truth is I did moblog one thing, but instead of posting it disappeared in the void of cyberspace. So, I guess this is a re-post of sorts.

I’ve been kinda sick for the last week, coughing mostly and sounding like death. Last Wednesday I took work off to work on some stuff at Riv but ended up being hit with the sickness a little harder that day so I didn’t get everything done I wanted to. In conjunction with that things were getting to be fairly last minute on the whole project we were doing so it was scrapped and we’re going to do that particular stage layout during the next series. (Yes, this is all vague, but we do like our secrecy.)

Outside of that, I’m realizing more all the time how marriage is difficult and great at the same time. I heard once that marriage is “God’s workshop,” but that makes me think of Yankee Workshop or This Old House and I really don’t want my relationship with Tara to have anything to do with Norm Abram or Bob Vila.

Hiding things from your spouse would be remarkably difficult, and stupid to boot, and I think growth is fostered by the  inherent honesty. When you spend a lot of time with someone they will see your faults and it’s just natural to want to be fixed when someone is around to point out your failures. This is of course a two-sided coin, having your failures pointed out may produce something other than growth depending on your significant other’s tactfulness when shedding light.

We do ok.