In ashes of despair

Wooly bear caterpillars must be the northeastern United State’s local version of the arctic lemming. Akin to the lemmings’ inexorable march to the cliffs overlooking the sea in years of overpopulation, the onset of the cooler days of autumn triggers some suicidal instinct buried deep down on one of the three brain cells a wooly…

Of COURSE laughter is denial. It’s spitting into the wind because you’re sure that you can duck faster than Fate blows. It’s tickling the belly of a cat who hates its belly tickled because *this* time she might realize she likes being tickled. Laughter is walking right up to the edge of the cliff because…

… and I’m sitting all by myself at the computer, I’ve decided to take Slipperman’s “What the Hell, Part 2” survey. A – Age: 46 (newly minted) B – Best Quality: I know how to bide my time waiting to get even. C – Choice Of Meat: beef D – Dream Date: A no show…

May fifth came and went, and I neglected to mention it was my second anniversary on Dear Diary. It seems so strange now to go back and read some of those earliest entries on the Salamander diary. I was absolutely clueless where I’d be two years hence, when the pressures on my life would take…

Pilling Clueless Wonder can be a true joy. It can also be a source of amazement. CW is currently getting antibiotics twice a day. It’s a small pill, and I could probably fit three of them on my little finger’s nail. Because of this, I just bury one in a cat treat (Pounce is the…

Things should be hectic the next few days. Work, as ever, is chewing my ass pretty hard at the moment. I’m starting a period of six-day work weeks, and I can’t say I’m thrilled about it. We don’t go back to five-day work weeks until January. Most of my department has the option of putting…