I got elfed.

I stink. It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and I stink. I hosed myself down, and I still stink. I offend myself and therefore can imagine how others will react to my presence today. I am pariah, condemned to remain in my office or in the grungier areas of the plant for the…

A haiku for Mondays, in honor of Ed Stun, who is apparently missing in action: Its name means “Moon-day” Monday proves the moon is cheese Gorgonzola stinks I stumbled into work today operating on insufficient sleep and a caffeine deficit. One was easily fixed, the other threatened to fix itself as my eyelids encountered some…

I have a small family. Two sisters, that’s all there is. My parents were both only children. There’s no aunts, no uncles, no cousins. Neither of my sisters had children, and I have no children. No kids, no neices, no nephews, no grandkids. This actually makes for a complication-free lifestyle in many areas of my…

So much to do, so little time. Why do I let myself get backed up this way? Tonight I need to do several loads of laundry, go grocery shopping, sterilize a couple of bathrooms, and do a general clean up of the apartment. I have some mail on the stairs waiting to be attended to,…

OK, my area of the building is male dominated. There are two of us double-X genotype types over here. The Mouth and me. So if there’s a problem in the lady’s room, and I didn’t do it, the cast of culprits is pretty narrow. You have to understand that I use the term “Lady’s Room”…

I’m getting emails with the subject line “Returned mail: User unknown” from [email protected]. The strange thing is that I’ve never sent email to the addresses that are coming back to my attention. The email has attachments to it. That’s to be expected on returned email alerts. It’s also to be expected if you’ve been sent…