Paul Rudolph could probably design a great office for a prostitute.

I don't know whose idea it was to feed me so much cheese and red meat over this last week holiday weekend but I'd really like to shake their hand/punch them in the lower intestine.  Actually, I wish someone would punch me in the lower intestine because I'd like to poop before Christmas.

The documentary Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead was about my last three days.  

They declared Monday Labor Day because I have a food baby that needs to be birthed something fierce.

(Pregnancy jokes about Labor Day never get old despite what Twitter says)

I think it's an old Native American ritual to welcome a new September with cheese and school supplies if you want a fortuitous semester.

What I'm saying is... I'm actually a little hungry again.  

FOR BLOG CHEESE.

I don't know what that means but I'm guessing it means we should ogle the 1965 Manhattan office of Brutalist architect Paul Rudolph:

You're probably heading back to work like me and my office definitely doesn't look like this and I hope your office doesn't either so I don't have to hate you.  I also hope your cheese intake has quadrupled like mine because misery loves company.  And dairy?

I can't remember where these 2 photos came from but see more at Flickr here (I can't share the Flickr ones?)

I would despise working in these barbarous conditions because I'm spoiled but look how adorable people in olden times were, y'all.

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They don't even know how to walk on the floors.  Silly olden times people.

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They nap in succulent-filled lofts.  How gawddamned primitive and quaint and OMIGAWD I WANT TO GO TO (WORK) THERE.  I bet we'd all get a lot more productive work done if we all had a mattress at work for napping and other general lazy times.  Unless your job is a crack whore and then you probably need to break from the whoring by having a desk and computer in your office/crack den/dumpster behind the Sonic where I saw a crack whore giving a guy a mouth hug one time.  

I don't even know what equipment a crack whore even needs these days - maybe they don't even need mattresses anymore.  I DON'T KNOW THESE THINGS.  TV has really fucked up my understanding of what drug-addicted prostitutes require for their profession.

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But one thing I do know is that I wish I worked in a place that was all grainy and retro.  I'll have to settle for a place that has access to Pinterest.  I'll be happy to go back to work there after the holiday weekend as soon as I get a vegetable in my body.  I'm pretty worthless right now on account of the delicious saturated fat.

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Here it is in color just so you can get the full Ferngully effect of the vines.  An effect I will now be attempting in my house.

Get ready for leaves in your mac and cheese, future ModSauce Ranch guests!