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Wednesday marked my two year anniversary at work. Two years since I started my dream job.

Over Irish Car Bombs at one of our regular haunts, with some of the best people I've ever been fortunate enough to meet, I made the following toast:

Here's to good work, good friends, and all successes, past and future.

I admit - I came up with it before I went to the bar. But it rang true and clear.

Cheers.

UPDATE: Rest in peace, Johnny.

I just happened to pick up a Ramones anthology earlier today. I haven't even opened the shrink wrap yet, and when the first strains of "Blitzkreig Bop" fire out of the stereo tomorrow, it's going to be bittersweet. We lost one of the great ones. I got to be part of a 20,000+ member chant of "Hey! Ho! Let's go!" a few years back when they did Lollapalooza. It was pure magic. He'll be missed.

FURTHER UPDATE: The genius on "The Apprentice" just observed, after his team lost the weekly challenge, that "coming in second feels like coming in last".

For those of you unfamliar with "The Apprentice"... there are only two teams. Anybody with a grasp of conversational arithmetic would realize that coming in second is coming in last.