I hate realizing you just emailed a hundred people without remembering to turn off read receipts.

I have definitely worked with people like this:

User calls help desk to report a gold message that says "thank you" in the lower left corner of her screen. "Believing it to be a virus, I advised her to not touch anything and transferred her to our software support team," says pilot fish who got the call. "The tech took over the call and shadowed the user's desktop but didn't see the message. After asking the user about it, she understood. Once the yellow Post-it note that someone had taped on her monitor was removed, she was able to view her desktop normally."

Upon reading the spacex site, it seems they've put an awful lot of energy into making their rockets reliable. So they probably have a good chance of succeeding.

trying to decide what I'm going to wear to tomorrow's Sisters of Mercy concert.

I feel I should pass on Hec's words of wisdom: Pastels and a touch of bronzer.

Status report, avoiding work:

I'm avoiding it by reading the blogosphere explosion about Ben Domenech. For some reason, perpetrators of literary/journalistic/any sort of writing-for-a-living frauds totally fascinate me; between Domenech, James Frey and JT Leroy, this has been a banner year in crooked-writerdom-related work avoidance for me.

Also, Doctor McWordy has ballsed up her dictaphone somehow so that there's a hideous screechy feedback on her dictaphone tape that can't be eliminated or even minimized by the listener, so I can't listen to more than about 20 seconds at a time. It's incredibly unpleasant and man, do I want to just blow off the rest of the afternoon, shut down my computer, and stroll around looking for the chocolate milk room or something equally constructive.

Timelies all!

Sheesh...we're hosting the first seder this year and my folks are planning the menu. So they send the e-mail with the preliminary list of dishes to G, G's mom and to G's dad and stepmom. And forgot to include me. I had to eplain to my dad(who sent the message) that a) G and I have separate computers and b) I don't read G's e-mail unless he says "have a look at this".

I am avoiding work by doing other, less exciting, work.

I feel I should pass on Hec's words of wisdom: Pastels and a touch of bronzer.

He's so ... helpful? No, that's not the right word.

I am avoiding work by doing other, less exciting, work.

Man, you suck at this game.

I am not avoiding work, because I rashly promised my boss my professional plan for 2006 by the end of work today. I've broken it down into

• Business knowledge
• Industry knowledge
• Project management

but I can't think of the right bucket in which to toss my desire to improve my written and oral presentational skills. Needs to be something as big as the other three categories. And obviously should include "buy thesaurus" or something.

Would it be rude to spill a bucket full of water over the head of the be-perfumed chick one cube over?

Speed TV scroll for a change in programming:

Sorry, but Nextel Cup qualifying from Bristol has been rained out. Be calm, the first step in anger management is to recognize there's a problem. In your case, we're obviously well past that. Just chill out and watch these cool shows instead. Speed ... better than therapy.