Waldo the Chrysalis, Day 2

I got home from work to find that Management had mulched all of our gardens today. I have seven, maybe eight sunflowers that survived the mulching. Two don’t look too healthy though. I don’t know why I bother.

I suck at making friends. If I were forced at gunpoint to invite all my close friends within a fifty-mile radius to a dinner party, I’d call both my sisters (and that would be stretching the truth with one of them). In everyday life I seem to attract needy people, I think because I’m better…

I got a wonderful CD a few weeks ago with old TV themes on it. I’ve been putting it to a somewhat evil use, but I can’t help myself. I’ve been leaving some of the songs on coworkers’ voice mail before I leave at the end of the day. The songs are chosen to represent…

I’m well and truly ossed piff. I have absolutely no patience with approximately 99% of the human race at the moment. What the hell is wrong with people? Over the past few years I have developed an intense dislike for parking lots. Parking lot behavior reflects the general “All for one, so long as the…

Crud. I’ve been looking forward to SciFi channel’s dramatization of Earthsea since I first heard about it last summer. I can’t say I was following the production news that closely, but I assumed that even a typical SciFi station screw up would result in at least a watchable version of the books. Apparently I’m wrong….

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate Mondays? I got up this morning operating on autopilot. And autopilot was defective. Couldn’t find my watch. Nearly forgot the brownies I’d baked over the weekend as bribes to my MIS department so I wouldn’t get reported for unauthorized use of my company issue computer. Gathered up…