I wonder if its not really that the materials are more expensive but that the workmanship is -who the hell knows how to woodwork anymore except in the high-end? Now you either get a hand made wood masterpiece or something press board spit out by a machine whereas before, maybe, there were a range of well-made (if not elaborate on the low end) wooden things.

Well. I have a gigantor pile of work piled on my desk, and my boss took today off. Normally I'd be flipping out like a mammal, but instead, I'm wondering if I can get away with playing Solitaire on my iPod.

shrift, you can do whatever the fuck you want. What are they going to do, fire you? Muahahahaha!!

I have a crazy flaky lady who changed my deadline from Monday to today. After I made an appointment to take my car in for service at 4. And who is not returning my calls.

who the hell knows how to woodwork anymore except in the high-end?

I've heard it said that when they were renovating the New York Public Library in the 1990s, they had difficulty understanding exactly how some of the furniture was originally made.

shrift, you can do whatever the fuck you want.

I'm working slowly and steadily, with regular breaks to see what fandom is getting up to, and without worrying at all about deadlines. Because I have reached the point of Too Much Work where I get to laugh mockingly at anyone who comes into my office and asks if I have a minute.

All my minutes are belong to me.

Loved this bit from Matt Roush's mini-review of the new ABC version of Ten Commandments, airing on Sunday:

This new version violates the primary commandment of epic filmmaking, biblical or otherwise: Thou shalt not bore.

Good thing is that they're still showing the Chuck Heston version on Easter Sunday--family tradition demands that I tune in to watch at least part of it.

shrift, your stories about your (soon to be former) cow-orkers reminded me of when I left my last job. Someone came in with a project and after dancing around the subject for a while (it hadn't been public announced), I said "I'm leaving". Her response was that if I was going on vacation, did I want to start the project before I left or wait until I came back. When I repeated that I was leaving, she kind of furrowed her brown and looked confused. After several repetitions, I had to spell it out and explain that I had quit and was taking another job with another group.

So why did none of you tell me about Google in Klingon?

I heard somewhere that in California the mental health agencies have had to have Klingon translators on call, if not on staff, because of the number of people who turn up believing they're Klingons and can't speak English (or any other terrestrial language).