• If someone asks a question in the woods and no one is there to hear it, do you have to answer?

    I feel pretty inadequate when I see sites that look cooler than mine, so you could expect that I feel pretty low just about every time I browse the internet. One thing has kept me going, my agency’s internal site design was really lame. Notice the strategic use of the past tense? Sure, the folks in my department may be underpaid civil servants, but they get paid to design a web site. Me? Cheryl doesn’t like that I spend so much free time on mine. Surely someone that gets paid to do something could come up with something more pleasing to the eye? Alas, they have finally done their job. This morning I found that even our internal agency site was cooler than mine.

    Well, brain o’mine, looks like we gots some thinkin’ to do. Sorry Cheryl.

    **Author’s note: this entry was hand crafted by the author on Thursday, June 15 – but not posted until today.

  • Good times

    I had lunch with a friend I had not seen in a couple of years today. That, by its self, made today a pretty cool day. I also got to spend the workday hanging around a couple of people I really enjoy talking too. It may be the ingredients for an overly productive workday, but it makes for a really nice day.

    Now that I’ve filled my quota for saccharine this week, tomorrow we’ll return to our regular line-up of cynicism, exaggerations, and sarcasm.

  • Where there’s a will, there’s a dead guy with real or liquid assets

    People keep running into me. First there was that run-in with a car after our circle of life, downpour dash at Adventure Island. I was standing beside my car, minding my own business, when the car next to me unexpectedly leapt into action and sideswiped my hindquarters. I let out what I felt, at the time, was a perfectly acceptable yelp – which seemed to serve its purpose, the driver stopped. “I didn’t see you there,” she yelled out the window. “I should hope not,” I replied, “Otherwise you did it on purpose.”

    Note to self, this was one of those times when humor is not appropriate.

    Then this evening Cheryl asks me to do some laundry. I was on my feet at the time, wandering the house aimlessly. In Cheryl’s defense, what I did was completely out of character – and in hindsight was completely unexpected – I immediately obeyed her orders. I spun on my heel and headed off for the laundry room. What was my reward for my obedience? Cheryl hit me with the door. She’s always telling me not to let the door hit me in the a– on the way out, but I didn’t think she meant it literally. Sheesh! And this for being good. I’ll bet B.F. Skinner is rolling in his grave.

    Well no, probably not.