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…
The world is burning. Mother Nature turns arsonist. Matches become weapons. Touch the button, a bomb explodes. The timer hits zero, shrapnel flies. Depress the key and the inflammatory cocktail whizzes along an electronic pathway to detonate at its assigned address. Forget to set the parking brake and the car becomes a missile, its targets…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the weekend of sunshine, it was the weekend of rain; it was a night at the movies, it was a night of a speeding ticket. I remember the stupid quote, but not the punctuation. I want to write that out as…
Well, the deed is done. Summer is truly over. I removed the dead and dying morning glory vines from the fencing today. It made me a little sad, and a lot philosophical. A few of the vines had somehow missed being killed by the idiot construction workers and by the hard frosts we had this…
And sometimes it begins well too. It mostly begins well on weekends, though. I have to laugh at myself. This diary is mostly for me. Meeting others through it, and getting compliments on it has been a side benefit. I try not to get caught up in the game of writing for others though. Still,…
à La Stagione Di Baseball Sopra Tuttavia, Brewster? What language is this anyway? Spanish? Italian?
I guess I need to start up from where I left off yesterday. Our cliffhanger: The Socialist, stranded in territories unknown, with his beloved Palimpsest unable to assist (or even abet). The poor man went out to lunch yesterday and treated himself to his favorite restaurant, Chik-fil-A. While he was busy filling up, the front…
sometimes it ends all right.
This is, indeed, the Day from Hell. I have a stranded and distressed Socialist, and have absolutely no way to help him. Between the two major problems my company is currently wading through, and the fact that I haven’t put in a full day of work yet this week, I can’t leave and help him….
I get sidetracked more easily than a Conrail freight train making local deliveries. I originally wanted to title this entry “Living in Interesting Times”. I think that may be too long for the display, though, so I haven’t made up my mind if I’m going to truncate it to “Interesting Times” or not. Maybe I’ll…