I think. Can I avoid eye contact with them? And escape engaging them in anyway? Does he have a ring on his finger?

The problem is I think the questions in that order.

Looking for a knife seems to break the flow a good throwdown unless you're in the kitchen.

In my Social Deviance class in college we learned that in cases of domestic violence when a man killed a woman it was most likely to occur in the bedroom and when a woman killed a man it was most likely to occur in the kitchen.

I'm guessing that's just context, ita. Or did you really go around Kenya pumping document management?

aurelia, that makes sense to me. More owie implements for a woman to grab in the kitchen.

Or did you really go around Kenya pumping document management?

I didn't pump it, but I did think it, every time we were in an office with computers.

I know a law firm in need of document management.

I've done content management for law firms, and I don't think I have the patience to do it again.

One firm, after a characteristically stressful installation (law-firm characteristic -- no one likes to have their line of business systems interrupted, but if you're not willing to pay OT, it will have to be done during the day -- there was just so much contempt coming from most of the lawyers) the system was used until a partner shuffle. The partner whose idea it had all been left, and the rest of them tried to force our company to take it back. Said they'd go to court if they had to. My boss said "No problem. We'll take it all back. The restocking fee is 100% of the software and hardware costs, and of course the labour charges are non-refundable."

They ended up going with it, with the caveat that my boss was not allowed on the premises again.

That's why it's fun to be boss sometimes.

So, my Dante prof is sort of a dimpled version of an exboyfriend of mine, except with more gray hair and now slightly overweight and even more of a dork.

He's interesting until I remember he's a Medievlist and he was uncomfortable saying the word genitalia (perhaps because there were no other men in the room?) and then I'm right back to thinking he's a dork.

I slept until 4 this afternoon. I am such a pathetic spud without a hungry cat to wake me. I guess I'll have to start setting an alarm even on non-work days.