ION, my boss is out sick for a third day! Crazy. And I hope I don't get whatever she's got...

Underwear can mean either or both parts, but that may be because the other word that has been mentioned is one of the three words that I'd rather not hear so I use underwear as a default.

ION, 40 days and counting since California authorized my tax refund.

Man, it's kind of fun reading the old Apocalypse posts from the Days of Yore.

It is! I just found one from justkim congratulating me and my band for playing our first club show back in April of 2002. And now we are about to play our last show on April 25th. Weird. That's a long time! And yet not.

Please let it be me misconfiguring something obvious.

I will hope for this as well!!

So I just got an email that I'll be getting a new student today (new to the whole school). Dude, it's MARCH, y'all. At this point, what the hell are you going to learn?

I know the kid has no power over when he moves. It's just so puzzling -- there's some continuity in the core classes, maybe, but NONE in mine. I don't even know what other teachers are doing at this point in the year!

Of course, I also didn't get any information as to what class he'll be in, so I can't even really prepare for him. Fun!

The guy who dropped trash on the subway almost got it, but I restrained...a bit.

When I was in high school, I'd gone to a movie with a bunch of my friends including my buddy Phil (not the gambler Phil). Phil was resolutely anti-littering and to tease him I threatened to drop my empty coke can out the window in the parking lot. (I was not normally a litterbug, but messing with Phil's sense of rectitude was always good fun.)

After a stern lecture from Phil, I pulled the can back into the car but when he wasn't looking I dropped it.

Ten miles later I gleefully told him of my evil, littering ways. Without saying a thing, he turned around, drove ten miles back to the mall parking lot until I found the can and made me throw it into a trash can.

We all thought that was so cool and couldn't stop laughing about it.

Please let it be me misconfiguring something obvious.

I'm reminded of the time I accidentally deleted an old company's database in a bit of 2 AM tech support. The automatic hitting of Y on "Are you sure?" is a very bad habit, and it leads to several seconds of sincere bartering with the universe that the universe very rarely acknowledges.

This is proof that there is no Devil, because with the number of computer users who say they'll do anything to undo what they've just done, the Devil would be very, very busy.

Ten miles later I gleefully told him of my evil, littering ways. Without saying a thing, he turned around, drove ten miles back to the mall parking lot until I found the can and made me throw it into a trash can.

Heh. Go Phil!

connie, I accept your apology. This means I'm going to be running a race on Saturday in freezing rain/snow. I've never run outside before. This does not bode well for me.

It's called "Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed"

*runs off to Amazon.com*

In this week's episode of "Chanting outside my office", it sounds like "California Bar--do the right thing!" Anyone know what this is about?

IcompletelyON, if anyone missed last night's Daily Show, make sure you watch it in reruns tonight or this weekend, because it was one of the best episodes I've ever seen! It was all about the economy, with segments concentrating on CNBC (probably as a result of Rick Santelli cancelling on them) and also on the way the media likes to use the Dow Jones Average as a measuring stick on Obama. The interview with the Santelli replacement, a business reporter for one of the NYC papers, was excellent as well--between him and Jon, they did a good job explaining AIG's problems.

It wasn't the funniest show ever (more "laughing to keep from crying," actually), but it was brilliant.