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For all who have asked … I’ll do the interview questions over the weekend. I hadn’t anticipated that more than a couple people would be interested.

I like to check in with my site meter once in a while, and see who’s been visiting and how they found their way here. Some IP#’s have become old friends, and while I can’t rattle anybody’s number off from memory yet, I do now recognize a few old stalwarts, like McMurdo or a couple…

I’ve told a few of you, but for what it’s worth, if you get the request in to me by end of day tomorrow, I’ll do the interview questions for you. After that, if you want to participate, then wait until one of my interviewees posts their answers and ask them to do it. If…

It’s nearly 8:00 this morning. I’ve checked my phone messages, my email, and my calendar. I’ve a meeting at 8:30. Too early to head for the boardroom, and too little time to get much accomplished, I’m doing little busy work things, straightening up my office and purging files. I checked in at DD, but all…

Imported from another MoonriddenGirl’s diary entry dated 4 February 2004: RULES 1 – Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed. 2 – I will respond; I’ll ask you five questions. 3 – You’ll update your journal with my five questions and your five answers. 4 – You’ll include this explanation. 5 – You’ll…

There was a road rage incident in the Big City not too many days ago. An article about the incident can be found at $200,000 bail set in hit-and-run. Another story is at Road-rage suspect hit with DUI These newspapers only make the last seven days of news items available, so the articles may not…

Well, the weekend was a mixed bag, but it mostly qualified as a success. The big news is that I finally got my scanner working again. The damned thing is, I don’t know how I did it. I was finally able to locate the unzipped files (the ones that I complained I couldn’t find in…

Technically, the word was thirteen letters long, but that’s because I used the adjective form ending in “ing” instead of the noun form ending in “er”. And it isn’t that I rarely use it. As The Socialist will only be too happy to tell you, I never use it. I find it offensive. The poor…

OK, let me state right up front that bereavement fares are a joke. Now, I can understand that, since the funeral is two weeks away, it’s too early to qualify for a bereavement fare. I can’t actually order bereavement airline tickets until a week or less before the actual departure. But when I called around…

Rough night. Rough days ahead. The diary is mine, but sometimes the story is not mine to tell. As often as not, I’m on the outside, a spectator to things that I play only a peripheral role in. I may be writing from my point of view, but that doesn’t necessarily make me the central…