Chocolate

When I was very young, maybe two, I ate an entire basket of chocolate on Easter. Although I don't remember doing it, I honestly believe that on that day I had consumed 95% of my lifetime's ration of chocolate. I would say on average that I'll eat a tiny chocolate bar or snack on some chocolate ice cream once every 3 months or so.

In Las Vegas there was an office at the conference which seconded as a candy store. My boss Sallie had gone for a demo on their software only to come back with twenty chocolate bars wrapped in the company's logo. After one of their company executives came over for a massage he promptly returned with 60 more chocolate bars. Excess.

I think because I was a little bored that day I ate one of the twenty chocolate bars... paired with a Diet Coke. The massage therapist told me I was poisoning my body. I assured her calmly that I hardly ever have either substance, and that I was no means at risk for over exposing my digestive system to sugar or artificial sweetener. If there is anything I should be worried about it is my obsession with salt.

Yesterday at work, not even a week after Vegas, Ann came by eating a piece of chocolate, and I needed a piece. She had gotten it from her boss's office. At the moment, her boss was in a meeting. Without asking I ran to her office and started fishing through her shelves for hazelnut chocolate. Thankfully, she had been ordering samples of chocolate over the course of several weeks (as possibilities for inventory in the company's online store... think spa certificate enhanced the "gift" with chocolates). I'd prefer a salt scrub. But anyway, the chocolate supply was ample and I quickly snatched three small round pieces of chocolate and shimmied back to my desk.

I don't even remember eating the chocolate but when re-telling the story to a friend I used the phrase "I stole chocolate from an executive's office" which, really, is a bit out of character for me. But so is gambling by myself at Caesar's Palace.

Anniversary

A few calendar things I thought I would bring attention to:

I have successfully owned a living plant for one year. This is big news considering there has been more than one occasion when I've come home from work or vacation and came back to it completely wilted. After a full cup of water and a few hours, the plant rebounds and it's back to normal once again. I desire it's revitalization skills - as I would certainly not be able to recover quite as gracefully from a five day water/food fast. Better yet it has bloomed! The single white flower which presents itself (hmm twice a year?) has come into view. Too bad that this Friday I am heading to Las Vegas which...

Marks the date of my first business trip. I am going to Las Vegas for six nights with two of my company's top executives. This will be my first trip to the strip and I'll be camped out in the Planet Hollywood, where they offered me a room with a bathtub that overlooks the strip. The conference, which is centered around 6,000 travel agents, gives me the chance to learn a bit more about the travel agent industry and how we can better improve our business rela... the more important thing is, I am going for six nights. Isn't there a rule about three nights in Vegas is more than enough? Or maybe it's two?


Which reminds me, shortly after Labor Day I will have reached my two year milestone at work and will be celebrating my two-year-anniversary as a city-dweller - although I still haven't gotten an official NY ID or changed my phone number to one of New York's three codes (keeping in mind that Delaware has one). And I don't dwell so much and rush and run from place to place and go to bed at 10:30 on weeknights, but the Blackberry is part of my entourage and I'll be the first one to argue that New York is better.

Batman's Voice is Scary

The other morning I was drifting away from work for a few minutes, reading the "most viewed" articles on CNN. Scanning the list I immediately clicked on What's with Batman's voice in 'Dark Knight'? and I could not have been more excited.

After seeing Batman Begins that was my ultimate question: Dear Christian Bale, Why are you talking like that?

His Batman voice is far beyond deep... it's startling how ugly it is. Of course his voice is enhanced by sound technology used in movies, but wow. In Batman Begins, Batman's lines were short and to the point but in The Dark Knight, there are scenes where Batman bellows for a bit longer than expected. Today I walked by a duo of jackhammers in the street which reminded me of the article and my intention of blogging about it.

My favorite part of the article speaks to other people's critiques of the voice: "Why does Batman talk like the offspring of Clint Eastwood and a grizzly bear?"

Why?