iCenter and 80's music videos

For the past month and a half I have been working in the BP iCenter, a drilling optimization and monitoring office in the BP building.  I emphasize office, because everyone else in the BP building exists in a farm of cubicles while two Schlumberger engineers get an office filled with computer screens.  The work is interesting as it exposes me to the client side and allows me to lead a relatively normal life; I sleep and eat at regular hours while having the opportunity to socialize with people in town.  I'm losing my mind from all the normalcy, so to keep my brain limber I have been indulging in more music videos produced in the 80's than usual.

80's music videos are truly a lost art.  No more are music videos produced featuring claymation merging into random images from a Peter Gabriel acid trip, or geriatrics attempting to play the drums for Talking Heads.  No, now we have booty shaking and some ridiculous dance scene with a latex-laden heroine who is heroin-skinny.  While videos such as "Take On Me" by Aha and "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell epitomize the time, I've found that they are the median on weird.  New Order pushed the bizarre envelope of 80's music videos.  My ability to write cannot begin to capture the essence of New Order videos "True Faith" and "Blue Monday", you need to view these yourselves.

The Arby\'s Hand

Arby\'s recently unveiled an ad campaign involving patrons shaking the disembodied hand of the person that made it. While eating food that comes with a disembodied hand doesn\'t entice me, it did inspire similar disembodied hand add campaigns; Conan, call me anytime with an offer.

Taco Bell: Immediate punch to the gut.
CiCi\'s: hand passes deep fried taco pizza to morbidly obese family on electric scooters
Wendy\'s: Sassy, mildly attractive redhead\'s hand shows you a picture of a salad and then pours a bottle of raspberry, Asian fused walnut dressing into your eyes to distract you from the wilted, brown mess included with tomatoes infused with preservatives
McDonald\'s: Zombified arm of Macho Man Randy Savage delivers a people\'s elbow to the arteries

Long time, no update

Hey readers (what few are left),

Life has been hectic since my last update. I'm currently on the north slope filling in as a night MWD after completing my first well as a night DD (only drilled the production section, but we all have to start somewhere). The new job is awesome, and I can't wait to continue my learning where I left off.

It's still cold as sin up here, but the sun is out more thus causing it to warm up (slightly).

-R

Fat man attire and an OU whooping

I'd like to open this post with accolades for the Oklahoma Sooners recent whooping of the Texas Longhorns; 55-17, oh hell yes! (excuse my language). So much for conference realignment drama and distractions, OU came to play football and Texas decided to help them out. As for the fans, I was disappointed that our fans were not as loud as they historically have been and attribute it to the early game and a possible malaise set in after consuming the fried butter, fried beer or too many of Fletcher's corn dogs (save me some of those, please). These fatty foods transformed our normally raucous fan base into a lethargic, hungover bunch left yelling at half their capacity. However, if my arteries were clogged with fried butter I would only be able to yell at 50% too.

Last night I had an epiphany at the Main Construction Camp (MCC - A large BP camp with awesome food) on the East Operating Area (EOA - Old ARCO exploration side); Overalls are the working fat-man's pant of choice. Overalls don't need to be sized properly, and have that natural baggy look. If you've made the life choice to expand your abdomen (as a man) from your old high school 32 to a portly, well-established 42 then the overall can accomodate you throughout the process. No longer are the days of fat pant shopping needed (much to the relief of these manly men) as two pairs of overalls (one pair for laundry day) will cover your entire oilfield career. But wait, there's more! Overalls can also have your name stitched on them, in place of confining coveralls which are often a challenge for our girthy friends to enter. As such, you can grow into your new pants and not be bothered with people asking your name or what company you may work for.

Overalls: the epitome of the lazy, working-man's clothing.