Oh yeah, meant to say sorry to hear that Nutty also got pulled into the Marchocalypse. Job-ma when you need it.

OK, I haven't weighed in on this yet, but March needs to back the hell off of my friends. March, you are so on notice, it's not even funny. You better lay off here at the end, or so help me I WILL turn this year around.

Congratulations to Kat and lori, and Noah and Grace, listen up. You've got a lot of love floating around out here, so cut out the wrasslin' and get to growing! (Excellent names, btw.)

Sorry about the job stupidity, Theo and Nutty. I hope that new and better offers come your way soon.

~ma and {{}} and other punctuation for them that need and deserve it that I've memfaulted on.

Is there a corollary for men, Rick?

I wore fuckall hats during my unemployment, other than jobseeker, napper, migraineuse and martial arts instructor.

But I wouldn't recommend my way of doing it, not at all.

I slept like crap last night. I was totally blaming it on the cats until I bolted wide awake after dreaming someone was breaking in and realized.....my windows were open. It was quite breezy. What kept waking me up was the blinds banging around.

Did I close the windows? Of course not. Because that would make sense.

Sense doesn't play with sleepy sara.

You got an email from my mom?

Or my uncle. But I expect coworkers to know. better.

Is there a corollary for men, Rick?

The talk was about women, but someone asked your question at the end. It's probably not the same for men. Job and marriage are both very important for men, and you can't substitute other kinds of social connections in the same way that you can for women. Or something like that. Men are confusing, she said, and most of the women in the audience agreed with her.

Men are confusing, she said, and most of the women in the audience agreed with her.

One of my favorite hobbies is confusing people.

ION, today I took a bus from the Howard L stop to work in Evanston. There was a big delay because a a big intersection was blocked off because of a bad accident. Turns out the previous bus (one I often take, and would have taken if my train had been five minutes earlier) had a head-on collision with a car.

Well, the bus was much bigger than the car, so probably the bus passengers had minor injuries, if that. But still... there but for the grace of Beelzebub went I... or something....

Glad you're safe, Tom! I've had a lot of those close calls since I moved to Chicago, although mostly I don't know how close it was until I read the news. And realize, oh, hey, if I'd left work on time, I probably would have been crushed by a slab of concrete!

And realize, oh, hey, if I'd left work on time, I probably would have been crushed by a slab of concrete!

So the Fates are sending you the message that you should work more? That sucks.

I think the Fates are just telling me that it's okay to get distracted by the internets. Reading porn saved my life!