I couldn’t help myself. I finished the book this afternoon after some marathon reading sessions. I just knew that if I waited until the week to finish that the inevitable spoilers would make their way through the security perimeters I’d set up. I now know who survives, who dies, who’s good, who’s bad, who’s heroic,…

Yes, I went to the Grand Hallows Ball at Borders to pick up my copy. No, I am not a Pott-head. I knew only two of the answers to the trivia contest, and did not go dressed as my favorite character. But it was a once-in-lifetime fun time, and I’m glad I experienced it. I…

This was waiting on my front doorstep this afternoon. I checked. Gardenias aren’t toxic to cats, so I can even bring it in come winter! I’ll just need to fence it off, so the cattle don’t graze on it.

If I’m playing Tongo, then this weekend is my turn to evade. I’m in no position to acquire. I’m not about to confront. And it’s dishonerable to retreat. Or was that from “Legend of the Rangers”? I’m getting my scifi mixed up. I have been reading. Random stuff, a lot of it. Things that I…

A co-worker walked up to me today and casually mentioned meetings that she’d attended where they’d discussed phasing out a program that represents a major part of my job. She assumed I knew about it. Of course, this was the first I’d heard of it. Anybody ever watch Deep Space Nine? Remember the game “Tongo”…

You know that old saying that if you want to stiff a waitress, don’t leave her a tip, but if you want to insult her, leave her a penny? Actually, that’s not really an old saying. I just made that up. I got my review today. I believe I have just been insulted. On an…

I had a mostly finished bottle of Soave Bolla hanging around. I killed that. It didn’t quite dull things enough so I hit the half bottle of Fume Blanc handing around in the fridge. That seems to have taken the edge off. I am reduced that that which I scorned.

For the first time I’m closer to one-hundred than I am to zero. Just thought it needed mentioning.

… but fact is also a hell of a lot more predictable. Just once I want to come home from work and say, “Hey, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

It’s a slow, grey afternoon. The highlight so far has been the discovery that my neighbor’s car door opener sounds identical to the input pad on my microwave oven. I was sitting at my desk, staring at my 5748th game of Snood (no lie, I took that directly off of the Snood score page) and…