***IMPORTANT UPDATE***

I had to take a little trip to the 1999 Building this afternoon.† While I was there, I went to the information desk and asked about the arms.‡

First, let me take a moment to mention that the brain trust that runs the information desk was none too geeked about my asking. Not reluctant, not angry, but not particularly inquisitive or bright.^

He did, however, have an answer: it's a permanent mobile scaffolding§ for window washing.

Crack investigative reporter that I am, I was prepared to ask him probing questions - did they find it more economical to hire window washers who didn't bring their own scaffolding? did window washers stop bringing their own scaffolding? did they ever decorate the arms with Christmas lights in a festive nod to the holiday season? could I do that for them?

Alas, I sensed he was in no mood to get all Vanity Fair about it, so you get the Dear Abby version¶ instead.

Still, you had a right to know.


†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Screw it. I'm doing footnotes.

‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because that's the kind of information service I provide to you, the Rickety consumer.

^FOOTNOTE (careted): C'mon... if you were in his shoes and someone asked you something other than "do you know when the next train comes?" or "which floor for Time Out Temps?" wouldn't you be jazzed?

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): My words, not his. He may or may not be familiar with "scaffolding."

¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): 1.5 column inches. But Abby never did footnotes.

Fly Day

I want to redecorate my whole bedroom around this wallpaper†:


{via Art of Darkness}


It has *bats*.

[SUMMARY: Bats are where it's at.]

While I go ponder the remodel, you go check out Gigapan, one of the coolest ways to suck a half-hour‡ out of your day.

You can see the Obama inauguration picture in full screen here.

[SUMMARY: If I'm not getting any work done,§ ain't nobody getting any work done.]

I bet that Captain Kangaroo¶ guy was embarrassed when he realised nobody else in the entire event# was clapping.


†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Maybe not this colour. But I kinda like this colour. But I don't know if I'd want to sleep with this colour. The white one with the blue bats would make a lovely sundress, don't you think? You could practically go to Ascot in a dress like that.

‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Or two. Or twelve.

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): And I'm not. Oh, how I'm not. I put in my 4o hours sometime yesterday -- perfume reviewing at work notwithstanding -- and feel totally justified in screwing off to see a Best Picture nominee this afternoon. Besides, I'm pretty sure it can only put shiny, shiny rhinestones on my application for saint to help boost a sagging Hollywood economy. Or even Bollywood economy *hinthint*.

¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Marin Trivia: Captain Kangaroo and your dear ol' AntiM share a birthday. This will be really handy for you when, as a saint, I'm my own Jeopardy category.

#FOOTNOTE (pounded): He's in the VIP section behind Obama, for the record.

Totally Looks Like...

I happen to be reading Succubus Dreams† even as we speak,‡ so when I saw this poster for the movie Hitman,§ I almost drowned in a wave of déjà vu.¶


†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Don't judge. It's escapist and occasionally prurient, but it beats all shit out of those awful Twilight books.

‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Well, not precisely. Even as we speak, I'm "working."

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Reading a largely unrelated article. Hey, I made the air-quotes when I said "working." We're all about truth in advertising here at the Rickety Blog. And may I add, if we weren't waiting on the labyrinthian cluster-fuck that is our ESL office in Montana, I'd actually have something to do or I'd be able to go home and get off the suburban welfare that is my job at this moment. Even as we speak. That is.

¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): And purple, purple prose.

Rickety Blog... now with 20 times more footnotes than content!

Seriously... 607 words in footnotes, 30 words above the fold.