Got a letter from rypunked today! I’m touched (and a little concerned) that when she saw this kind of paper… she thought of me. This looks to me like a controversial Mr. Men figure. And more than that, it looks like a Chinese, cross-dressing, beer-swilling Mr. Men figure, draped in Pippi Longstocking-esque tails, a sailor’s hat, and some light-blue pumps….
by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you…
I was in pretty good spirits earlier – joking and laughing with folks online about what had happened. But now that a few hours have gone by, and it’s closing on 3 AM, and I’m tired, and I still haven’t eaten dinner… I’m getting increasingly angrier and sadder. If this were the start of the day, instead of the start…
Here’s my AC, on the ground as I found it. No porch lights, so it’s all Flash. Note some of the smudges on the AC unit itself, as well as the finger smudges on the windowsill. That’s Harmony, peeking out. It’s a complete wonder that she didn’t push through and bolt out of the window. I’m SO happy she decided…
My cat (Harmony) is fine. My computer is fine. My Atari, along with my Atari TrakBall, are fine. Things could be much worse.
Worked another late night. Fucked around longer than I should have, and basically took my time getting the Power Newsletter done and mailed. Caught a cab home, and as I was walking up to my apartment… I noticed that my AC unit is out of the windowsill, right on the porch. Crap. It fell out. I should have taken that…
I’ve gotten a few delivery notices from UPS trying to drop something off at my house. Well, it’s been sitting at their service center all week, so I need to pick it up before it gets returned to sender. I took a super late lunch, and hopped over there. Lookit: Dipti. Jeff. This was so unnecessary. Thank you. There was…
Found this sitting on a nearby thermostat, near Ben’s desk. Didn’t spot this one until late in the day. I bet Stu hid like ten of these fuckers, all over the office somewhere.
A great blog. One of the first ones I ever saw, and one that made me want to start my own. Check out the entry for September 22. It’s breaking my heart.
Saw this tacked on a board nearby: Stu was working late with Justin yesterday. Sly little devil.
by Lucille Clifton my mama moved among the dayslike a dreamwalker in a field;seemed like what she touched was hersseemed like what touched her couldn’t hold,she got us almost through the high grassthen seemed like she turned around and ranright back inright back on in
The whole Q101 office is migrating over to Outlook this week, and Joel (our IT guy) needed to make sure all our boxes were patched up. I ended up staying late and helping him out, going from computer to computer, logging on as an administrator and downloading/installing patches. The sucky thing was… I completely blanked about my Outlook training (which…
We got a walkthrough on such things as how to BCC: and include attachments. Now, I’ll admit that I don’t use the Calendar feature all that much. Or Notes. But for fuck’s sake, three hours? Yes, learning that I can forward someone’s contact information as a VCard is nifty. But c’mon. Did I have to sit through everything just to…
I found this on my keyboard:
Saw this on twelvestone, thanks to Stmoo (Woohoo!). Got caught sifting through, and spent damn near thirty minutes looking over all the entries. Some hysterical entries, some heartfelt entries, some disturbing entries. Purge, and be heard.