I have my "I'm boring; leave me alone," outfit on today. Black jacket, trousers, socks and birkies. Plain cream top. Pearl stud earrings. No color, no accessories. I'm dressed, I'm here, I have a new cms to beat into submission. Leave me alone.

Sadly, I've trained most people to contact me via email, so my sartorial instructions are useless. Damn my training skills! Damn them!

I skipped tons in the hopes to be the first person to post this: [link]

I'd call it mostly safe for work, unless stick figures briefly having sex under the sheets is too prurient for your office space.

Speaking of work, I've been going back and forth with the CMS developers to see if they can automate the conversion of things like á into text for article titles, because we post a lot of French material. I just received the following email from one of the developers:

I'm working with our developers now to try simplifying the French letter problem.

Must. control. inappropriate. snark.

Hee!

Huh. Oliver Stone will be shooting the sequel to Wall Street at our company's trading floor.

There's going to be a sequel to Wall Street?

It's all a plot.

So there have been a few dustups in various neighborhoods, with people doing variations on a huff & flounce, and then I read this [link] in the Sun's dining blog and....yeah, I definitely think a case of neighborhood crazy is rising to the surface lately.

There's going to be a sequel to Wall Street?

Greed: How's That Workin' Out For Ya?

I'm wearing red boots, a brown "Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!" T-shirt, and a kelly green cardigan. Also pants.

Nice outfit!