I was thinking of pictures, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let written porn sit around on my computer anyway. I don't click on those links at work, and if I do, I pray that the security team is busy, and I clear my cache.

Hell, I can't view one of my web sites from work, because it's been rated PG13, so although I could still update the pictures (it's not porn, I swear) anyway, I leave that for after hours.

Skipping to ask a question.

Can someone explain this NY Times headline?

Who Needs Giacomo? Bet on the Fortune Cookie

Who's Giacomo?

Wasn't he [Giacomo] the horse that won the Kentucky Derby?

Not too long ago, I ran into a former co-worker and spoke to her for at least five minutes before she mentioned she was pregnant. Then I looked down and there was a considerable bump. Whoops.

Yup, guilty of this too, but work is a place where I feel compelled to avoid commenting on my colleagues' appearances. I might be required to raise an eyebrow if someone grew an arm out of their forehead or something like that.

Bingo Calli! Thanks.

OMG, I just had the most sudden, strong urge for pizza with lots of tomato on it.

In other news, all my energy has gone, crushed by a demoralizing pile of work.

In other news, all my energy has gone, crushed by a demoralizing pile of work.

Well, then there's nothing really keeping you from going to get that pizza rather than working, is there?

Ooooh, lunch! I forgot about lunch!

HOW the baseball mighty have fallen.

So I forgot the M's were playing the Yankees early today, and flipped on the game nearly 40 minutes after the scheduled start.

To discover it was still the bottom of the 1st, but we were up 5-3. Yay! Sorta.

Only by the time we got out of the inning, it was 5-5.

This is nuts. Four years ago these were the best teams in baseball, and now it's a "Who sucks worst?" competition.

I've had lunch already. Maybe for supper.