Quo Vado?

I know posting has been light lately, but it’s actually about to get lighter. I’m getting out of dodge to spend a couple of days at the new homestead. Have a great fourth everyone.

My voice is distinctively female. In fact, if I stop thinking about it, I can sound like I’m twelve. Today, I called over to one of the local artichoke’s offices and requested to speak to Fine Tall Man. FTM answered the phone, “Hey, baby…”

The guy who originally answered the phone thought I was his wife.

I failed at my work-woman’s duties yesterday. I realized as I headed out this morning that when Bossman chose to whine about the difficulties he was having with an owner, he wanted me to sympathize/reassure him that everything would be OK. I looked at him blankly. He then asked if I had any sympathy, I said, “Yes, but you’re a guy and you want a solution. I don’t have a solution, so I chose say nothing.”

Actual conversation between myself and a coworker today:

kmsqrd: Is it really wrong to kill my boss?

coworker: Do you want me to hire a hit man?

kmsqrd: No, if that kind of violence is going to be committed, I’d like the pleasure of doing it myself.

Work has been fun recently, can you tell?

Some families communicate over dinner.
Some talk over the phone lines.
Some exchange emails.
Mine, sends post-its attached to clippings via the postal service.

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Why I should never feel bad about forgetting exactly where I parked my car - again.

The work computer is slowing loosing whatever mind it possessed. Programs keep randomly deciding not to work the way they’re supposed to any more. Yesterday AutoCAD wouldn’t complete basic functions, today I can receive mail, but not send or file it. Sleeping Man keeps reinstalling the programs, and I keep pushing for a new machine. It sucks that I don’t work in the ‘power’ intense part of the firm, because my tendancy to force the poor beast into a bunch of hard multi-tasking is slowly killing it.

It is possible to enjoy the Mozart concerto without being able to play the clarinet. In fact, you can learn to be an expert connoisseur of music without being able to play a note on any instrument. Of course, music would come to a halt if nobody ever learned to play it. But if everybody grew up thinking that music was synonymous with playing it, think how relatively impoverished many lives would be. Couldn’t we learn to think of science in the same way? -Richard Dawkins, Unweaving the Rainbow; Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder, Houghton Mifflin Co., November, 1998

Taking out the trash at midnight is rather fun. This close to the city and yet isolated by trees and location, silence pervades the night’s darkness. Until I made it back to the buiding that is. The guys downstairs now know I own and wear a purple pair of sleeping pants. It’s way too warm right now to actually sleep in them, but they cover the butt well enough for a midnight run.

Oh, I’m driving to the new homestead and back over a long fourth weekend. Any suggestions for books on ‘tape’ for the twenty-two hour round-trip journey?

The temperature here is likely to top out around 97 degrees Fahrenheit this afternoon, and my toes are still bare. I left the polish on too long last fall, and my poor toes have been paying the price ever since. They haven’t been fun in months, and to tell you the truth I feel kind of naked without polish on them. I’ve been stomping around in sandals for months, but they’ve been left to fend for themselves. Another couple of weeks and they’ll be colored.

You Are 52% Lady

You’re part lady, part modern woman. Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.

… that my body is excessively exothermic, but my temperature runs low.

Squid sent me half of the cost of Mom’s Mother’s Day gift today and told me not to spend it all in one place. Why is it that everyone in my family says that anytime they hand over money? Even more important, why is it that I think I’m going to ‘spend every last dime’ and not ‘every last penny’?

“The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.” -Robert Frost

Two of my habits nearly collide in a painful way. So, here’s ‘Today’s Heads-Up’:

When avoiding shoes in the office and bending paper-clips to work off frustration, don’t drop sufficiently bent clip to the floor.

In other mindless kinds of news, I went to Einstein’s last week, and found that they were now selling pretzels. Not, pretzels in the street vendor sense of the word, but definitely bread product that I like better than bagels. I went back a couple of times last week for lunch, hoping they’d have them again. Turns out, they only sell the pretzels after one o’clock in an effort to drive afternoon sales. Given that I eat on Central Time most days, this should prove to be too problematic. (The Asiago covered ones are the best.)

(aka, why I sould avoid blogging at 2:00a)

I am a hard person to love. Not because I’m selfish, or arrogant, or secretive. I am all of those things. What makes me hard to love is the resistance I carry around to being loved. You can come close - just not too close. We’ll have many conversations, very few of them will contain current details about me - fewer still the big ticket realities I have no trouble typing here. You will come to close, and I will shove you away. You will mention moving on or the future and I will back away. I will go shopping just to spend time with you, I won’t lie about your clothing choices. I don’t trust love. It’s there to be ripped away from you later.

“Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.” -Vaclav Havel