Go Bon! I wish there was good bar trivia around here.

Meara, maybe there's a beanstalk growing.

I am damned by my own success. I got kudos for a document I created last week, and my boss just threw something else on my lap. My plate is already full dude.

Today is Monday for me. I am not awake. I need more coffee. I need a clue.

You know something? Cats can be real fuckers.

My brother's dog is a cat chaser and all the neighborhood cats will come and taunt him by sitting about a foot away from the end of the reach of his leash. It makes him crazy.

hyper-cavitating torpedoes

Umm, basically rocket torpedoes. When the torp is fired, it emits a tiny amount of gas, forming a bubble around the torp, letting it's internal rocket fire. The bubble stays with the torpedo as it moves, being replensished by onboard supplies. Since the torpedo needs to carry both gas for the bubble and fuel for the rocket, it's range is limited in comparison to standard torpedoes, but it is very, very fast. I think the Russians had one back in the 90s, but there are all sort of design challenges, especially maintaining the bubble when you try to steer the torp. Plus, it is not exactly a subtle weapon, since anyone that sticks their head into the water can hear it, never mind a ship with a half-decent sonar rig.

not enough sleep AGAIN. I was feeling not too bad at home and on the commute, but people started in with rapid fire questions as soon as I walked in to the office and with that came the foul mood. Grrr.

The questions have revealed that I messed up on something last month. It not HUGE, but it is not immediatly fixable either. double GRRR.

Don't give Dana the money. I don't know if she can be trusted.

Strega, I hope you didn't get conned for much. Kat, you too.

I hate the phrase "You can't con an honest person." Pfft. You're just messing with the definition of "con" in a way most con artists wouldn't bother to do. Hence a failing in the series Hustle, I think. They ran out of ways to maintain that distinction week in and week out, even at reduced British rates of show production.

Man, I seem to have lost the ability to sleep on all these meds. Let's just say serene does not this way lie.

I need my coworker to come in so I can bum a dollar off her to buy a Coke. The Cokes I was planning to bring from home are sitting in my kitchen.

I bet she has a cooler of cokes and a stash of cash.

I voted. Barak was at my voting station! Okay, not Barack Obama, but my neighbor Barak Richman, who was supporting a coworker of his who is running for Lt. Gov.

t cries

Luckily, my coworker came in and gave me a dollar. NO THANKS TO YOU PEOPLE.

Uh, huh. What story will you tell next time?

You'll all be sorry when I die of caffeine deprivation.