I dearly love writing with black felt tip pens.
That is all.
I dearly love writing with black felt tip pens.
That is all.
I’ve had a sobering realization just now.
I believe I’ve read all of P.G. Wodehouse’s Jeeves & Wooster short stories. I may or may not have also read all of the full-length books. I’m going to have to check my library at home and double check it with the list linked above.
While Plum has a great many other story series I can start plowing through, it still irks me to come to the end of the Jeeves & Wooster chronicles. It gives me that sad feeling you get when you come to the end of a great book, knowing you can never read it again for the first time.
(Though, sometimes, thanks to my extremely spotty memory, I can sometimes read a book for the first time again, but not very often.)
I was just back in the lab where a technician and our buildings & grounds guy were swapping jokes. Actual jokes. Who does that anymore?
Older folks still try and tell jokes… I’ve had a few salesmen clumsily try to win favor by starting off with a joke. Generally, I just stared in disbelief at them, like an Australopithecines had walked in and tried to sell me resistors. Anachronism, dontchaknow.
When did they go away? What was the last generation to tell jokes?
Just had a nice lunch with
I’m so buoyed by the success of the lunch, I may venture to meet some of the other people on my friend’s list, like
There was only one showing today of HP at Buckhead, which was supposed to be at 3:50pm, according to the website. When we got there, the marquee said 4:00pm. No biggie.
But we didn’t get into the theater until 4:40pm or so. There were dozens of us crowded in the little hallway, and kids running wilder and wilder by the minute. Management gave us all free sodas. When the doors finally opened, about 7 people came out, carrying a half finished birthday cake. Apparently we’d all been inconvenienced by a rental. boooo!
I had a new weekly meeting with the Continuation group today. It went from 1:30 to 4:30. I didn’t mind, it felt like goofing off, but it was work. Mostly.
It was a marked contrast to the high pressure, go-go-go, all business, weekly conference calls I’ve been having for a year and a half.
The last half hour was spent looking at pictures from a team member’s vacation trip to the Alps. (Apparently, continuation has a rule that if you go on a vacation, you have to show your pictures during the weekly meeting.) Bjorn, the coworker, is the type of photographer who only takes pictures of things, not people. We all wanted to see pictures of him and his wife there, but it was just scenic shot after scenic shot. Eventually, we came to a shot where he had accidentally caught his wife in a corner of the frame. She was standing in the distance and he had walked way back to capture an entire view. So we spent 15 minutes cropping and blowing up her image, just for fun. Then we started to apply photoshop filters, turning her different colors and textures. Then we printed out copies for everyone.
And who was at the helm of the computer during this adventure? My new boss.
I think I’m going to enjoy my new job.
Stolen from
I don’t think this describes me at all.
20 Questions to a Better Personality
You are an SRCL–Sober Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you an Ayn Rand ideal. Taggart? Roark? Galt? You are all of these. You were born to lead. You may not be particularly exciting, but you have a strange charisma–born of intellect and personal drive–that people begin to notice when they have been around you a while. You don’t like to compromise, but you recognize when you have to.
You care absolutely nothing what other people think, and this somehow attracts people to you. Treat them well, use them wisely, and ascend to your rightful rank.