“On our fourth date, I knew I had found the kind of dork I could love,”

Awww, indeed!

Geek love is a beautiful thing.

Vortex, you might try World Market. They seem to carry a variety of coffee filter sizes.

oh, good call. Of course, I was there this weekend, and didn't think to check.

There is a girl in the computer lab who is clearly very sick. And she keeps sneezing all over the keyboard. I suddenly want to scrub down all of the computers with Clorex wipes.

Poptarts:

I have this assignment to spend 15 minutes writing down a list of instructions that I think would be helpful for a student who has never written a college paper before. I've spent MUCH longer than 15 minutes on this assignment, and I can't seem to be serious. I keep wanting to add steps like, "Now, productively procrastinate by doing the dishes for 20 minutes," because that's how *I* write a paper!

(Scola, no need to post links to jobs. I'm actually *enjoying* the unified front of pissy pettiness.)

Must... resist... urge.. to... post... link...

[link]

(sorry).

Must... resist... urge.. to... post... link...

It was too painful to NOT post it, huh?

You know you may be Not Ready for Monday if:

At Dunkin Donuts for coffee, you consider getting the Box of Joe. For yourself.

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Anybody want to play Psychoanalyze My Neighbor? He's in his mid-to-late 30s, single, white, has a pretty cool dog. As far as I can tell, he has only basic furniture in his house, and no pictures, decorative items, or anything.

Every morning, at 6:30, he comes out of his garage, gets into his SUV (which he never pulls into his garage, even though his garage is empty), backs out of his driveway, drives about 50 feet, backs up, pulls back in his driveway, gets out, goes into the garage, and then repeats the whole thing 5-7 times.

Sometimes he doesn't get out of the car between forays to the 50-foot mark.

On weekdays, he comes out later and walks the dog, then takes the dog somewhere (gets in the car and goes, no out-and-in). Then he comes back, gets into work clothes, and leaves for work around 9.

In the evening (or weekend afternoon), he comes out of the garage and uses the remote to unlock the car, then the back hatch, then lock it, then unlock it. He did this for 12 straight minutes once, which about drove my husband off the deep end - the car chirps "beepbeep" when it locks or unlocks, and R swore it was something in our house that was low on batteries. He refused to believe it was the neighbor until I literally forced him to go look out the window (we can play Psychoanalyze My Husband later).

Neighbor seems nice enough, says hi, is helpful. Could this be a type of OCD? Is there anything I can do to help, or to not trigger?

I keep wanting to add steps like, "Now, productively procrastinate by doing the dishes for 20 minutes," because that's how *I* write a paper!

I had a writing professor who would ask "What's the first thing a writer does?" Answer: Avoid writing. He suggesting building the avoidance in, so, for example, you'd say, "I'm going to wash dishes for 15 minutes and then start writing."

Ugh, Monday. And I have tons o' meetings today, starting in 5 minutes.

Thanks to P-C for the Avatar info! We watched it online last night. Damn, I love that show! I have a sort of thing for Zuko and his wonky eye.