Maestro Resurfacing

It's been quiet for far too long....

Dobry den from Praha/Viszontlatasra from Budapest

Forgot to mention that Maestro got upgraded to First Class en route to his European Maestro mission (in your face Ava).

Zdravo from Croatia

Greetings from Croatia. For the first time in Maestrochronatic history, sadly there is no photo to post. However, Maestro reports that he has been traipsing the globe from Zagreb to Split to Dubrovniik... and back. Currently making the reverse route, he will head to Budapest on a long, long train ride tomorrow. Surely a photo would do this more justice, but that will come in due time.

Where in the World...

Maestro P. Gunderson is about to go en vacances... destination unknown. Bags are all packed, including one empty to keep him occupied on the long flight. Just when you thought things were getting a little too quiet here at Maestronomy, the international Maestro Missions begin. He will be keeping a low profile while abroad, but will no doubt be checking in from time to time. Stay tuned, loyal interweb geeks. Can you guess where Maestro will show up next?

"Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego" by Rockapella

Funemployment Friday!

Its been a long time coming, but we are finally here!

LET THE FUNEMPLOYMENT BEGIN!!!!

RIP RFC Career.

"Freedom" by George Michael

Flashback Fridays

"The Final Countdown" by Europe

Thursday Guest Spotlight

What? You were unaware that I had 2 pets?

I know, the lack of exposure that Cornelius Xavier gets on this blog is downright shameful.

Though he was mentioned briefly back in February, little more is known to the internet public about the unexplored life of C.X.

Where can I start? How about the fact that he is still alive almost 6 months after purchase? That's no small victory in my book. Yeah, maybe its morbid, but I held onto that receipt with a shred of doubt.

Naturally I want to protect the investment I made back in January, so Cornelius Xavier enjoys nothing but the finest in shrimp pellets and freeze dried blood worms. They keep him going on the long office weekends when the lights are all out and nobody is smudging the sides of his bowl with greasy fingers and foreheads.

With so much care expressed, you'd think I'd change his water a bit more often. But I'm convinced he likes it murky with an improper PH balance.

I think part of me knew that C.X. would outlast my time here in the office, so now all that's left for speculation is whether he will outlast the company itself.

Live long, my friend. You are cherished.