I am a walking (or sitting) stereotype and have a Dilbert cartoon taped up at my desk.

Panel one: "At long last out product is complete! It ships tomorrow."

Panel two: "That's terrific. I only have a few additional features to add, and the marketing department will be happy."

Panel three: "I believe that our customers want hardware, not software."
Wally: "It's times like this I wish I were a psychopath."

It's times like this I wish I were a psychopath.

You could be a psychopath. You just have to commit yourself. Dedication.

Me, I have to wonder why and how my mother sat on the juiciest piece of family gossip EVER (and for my family, that's pretty juicy) for two weeks, waiting for it to come up. My sister sat on it for about 15 seconds, and was calling me at 4 am in the morning about it. Which is much more rational behaviour.

Unrelatedly, other than that I was up at 4am anyway, working, I can report that I've pointedly been trying to write better work e-mails and leave better work voicemails. I wonder if it pays off. I'm trying to be meatier and more concise, as well as put more info in the subject lines.

I need that cartoon.

someone just asked me if the client wanted an n-dash or m-dash. It was all I could do to not run for the hills.

I left behind a Dilbert cartoon in my cube when my job moved to Chicago without me. I heard later that it was removed within a day.

The funniest part about the avian flu hysteria is that right now, it is just a lot of birds with the sniffles. That's a lot of money to spend on sneezy chickens and scare tactics. Also, I am pretty sure that all types of influenza pass through birds or pigs or both before getting into humans, so calling this particular strain "bird flu" is like calling it an "ATM Machine" or a "PIN Number".

Me, I have to wonder why and how my mother sat on the juiciest piece of family gossip EVER (and for my family, that's pretty juicy) for two weeks, waiting for it to come up.

Clearly you have the same moral fortitude what with not even giving us a HINT as to what the breathless scandal might be.

Golden Gate Bridge suicide map

Tracked by number of suicides at each of the 128 light poles. For some reason there are far more suicides at light pole #69.

Someone just asked me if the client wanted an n-dash or m-dash. It was all I could do to not run for the hills.

Don't keep us on tenterhooks! Which was it???

what the breathless scandal might be.

Well, you know, y'all aren't family. So it's different.

God damn, I'd love to be hungry again.

Some people really care about their dashes.

The Anticraft.

Punk knitting.

You're going to die anyway, so you might as well knit.

I'm back from my interview at the CBC. The position is a new one, a combo of describing archival backlog and being a music librarian for the radio. They asked lots of challenging questions like "What two current local news stories would you preserve for 20 years in the future?" "How do you keep in touch with the local music scene?" "How will technological changes affect the music industry?" (Damn, I just thought of a better answer for that.)

The one question I couldn't answer was "Can you recommend any recent local new releases of Christmas music for an upcoming Xmas charity show?" WTF? Christmas music?

I wore the black pants and top with the teal blazer, and i felt appropriately dressed. They did make me wear a big honking orange VISITOR sticker on my jacket, however. It was ruining my look!