Archive for March, 2003



The hungry hungry hippo of the mind

Published on 13 March 2003

Holy cats, it’s snowing again. Unfriggingbelievable. I walked into the pod (at my company, no one has an office — around a half-dozen people sit in a big room, or pod. Beware of the pod people.) and greeted my boss’ boss (bad thing about pods, besides the utter lack of privacy: you end up sitting […]


Barnacle Bill goes up the junction

Published on 11 March 2003

A day of drear, though at least I haven’t fallen victim to any accidental injuries. So far. See, I was very carefully opening the kitchen cabinet door — you know, the one that’s come unstuck and the mortise fails to keep a sturdy grip on the tenon, meaning the door falls apart if I forget […]


Cutting one’s lossies

Published on 7 March 2003

Every time I turn around, it seems like someone is using the word “actionable” to mean “being able to put into action or take steps” and not its correct meaning, “giving cause for legal action.” (The sole exception to this is my dearest D., who today used it correctly on the DC message board, godblessim.) […]


Love your monkey

Published on 5 March 2003

Today, as I was putting my coat on getting ready to leave work, I stopped by Mike’s desk. “Are you taking off?” I asked.
“Getting off?” He shrugged his backpack onto his shoulder.
“I said ‘take,’ not ‘jack.’”
“‘Jacking Off for Fun and Profit,’” he smirked. “A very popular book in the business world. Along with its […]


Sea to shining CVS

Published on 4 March 2003

Mid-evening verging on late evening, especially if I write at the glacial pace I seem to be setting for myself this evening. A fairly uneventful day, save for my hair dryer’s untimely demise this morning and a case of frowsy hat-hair all day. (I was delighted to discover, thanks to a kind and knowledgeable CVS […]