I can't believe I am the first person to say this:

I'm having my first Girl Scout cookies ever.

Deprived freak.

I have work I could be doing. I could even be cleaning my office. Right now, though, not so much.

I do get to cross one more thing off my move to do list, which is to find a home for my old G3.

Deprived freak.

I prefer to call it "being from the 3rd world." I have had many nummy Girl Guide cookies (which are very different from what y'all have here), but where in hell would I find a Girl Scout?

That's rhetorical. I don't actually need a Girl Scout.

Photons are energy *coughlightparticlewhatevercough*s, and therefore have no mass? That's the thing I'm struggling with getting an intuitive understanding of.

Also, so would an MP damage electronic stuff (like, the data stored in it) or just turn it off? There's still issues -- the PDA "Ryan" ends up with, with an email message still onscreen, is definitely out -- but I'm wondering about the Marine helicopters that show up rather soon after the blast, cell phones, radios, etc.

I say "Ryan" because that ain't Jack Ryan. Sorry. No.

I prefer to call it "being from the 3rd world." I have had many nummy Girl Guide cookies (which are very different from what y'all have here), but where in hell would I find a Girl Scout?

But you've been in this country for years now.

Also, I was a Girl Scout. So if anyone asks, you're all set.

Photons are energy *coughlightparticlewhatevercough*s, and therefore have no mass? That's the thing I'm struggling with getting an intuitive understanding of.

They have a very tiny mass.

I stand corrected!

Shoulders back! Chin up! Thumbs along the seams of your trousers.

I want to go to House of Pies. Who wants to go with me?

Are they affected by gravity at all? Does that mean that matter and energy are not completely different planes of existence (stupid phrasing, but I can't think of the phrase)?

Grrragghh!

I was all set to leave early at 3:30 this afternoon to take in my first hockey game of the year. Then rant-inducing co-worker, who's been interrupting me every 5 minutes to look at e-mails or ask why her computer isn't doing things right had to have me hold her hand through the installation procedure for a program she should have had months ago. This delayed me just long enough for a client [who shall remain nameless in case I want to keep this job... which is by no means certain] to begin a flurry of e-mailed questions about one part of the project I just finished Monday. My last answer to her sparked a freakout in which she said that the agreed-upon procedures we'd been using since the beginning of February were insufficient, she had no idea we were ONLY doing that, and she needs to meet with a higher-up Monday to figure out What We're Going to Do About This.

I'ma use Hurley's number on the lottery and warn the relatives I like to get far, far away from me. And then go to that meeting and hug everyone a lot.