I Took Classes Like This

Unexpected, this. In flux things are. From the highest level change comes. And like any situation where a boulder is dropped from the highest level, it’s the people on the lower levels that have a tendency to be squooshed. My job description will be changing. I don’t know to what, though. That, apparently, is still…

I spent a lazy evening last night sitting around on the patio, reading The DaVinci Code (which is turning out to be rather disappointing, after all the hype I’d heard about it). Poor Clueless watched as I read, hoping that I’d break down and let him come out for a while. I would have too,…

The Professor has kept all his writings since high school. I, on the other hand, burnt my oldest stuff in a fit of pique shortly after high school, and then destroyed the rest of what I had shortly after college. I’d published a little bit when I was young, but had a moment of revelation…

Hmmm, doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Fifty-nine degrees, and raining heavily out, with thunderstorms predicted for this afternoon yet. It isn’t exactly Christmas weather here. Good thing I come pre-shrunk. The Socialist is off to the West Coast with the Matrix’s hatch full of wrapped gifts and the front seat full of…

I’m discovering all kinds of new buttons in the Customizer that didn’t used to be there.  I think I’ve got the doors unlocked now. 

Well, The Architect leaves today to return to San Fran. Ironically, I think I enjoyed his visit more than The Professor did. It rather complicated things that the visit coincided with The Prof’s first days working full-time at the college. The Prof was a little displeased last night because the Architect wanted us to meet…