I am exhausted, freezing, and cramping, so I'm really not in the mood to work, either. I've got my polar fleece jacket all buttoned up to my neck, and when I don't need my hands on the keyboard, they're tucked into my pockets.

Emmett's coming to SF via BART/Muni today solo for the first time.

Which means if you could see all the Buffistas as little dots on a map, he would pass very close to shrift and megan walker around midday.

I often think of the little dots on a map visual, particularly after I've run into somebody unexpectedly on the street. And I think about all the times I was probably within half a block of somebody I know but didn't run into them because I missed the traffic light.

I am wasting more time by taking pictures of myself to use on online dating sites. I took two Apple laptops and placed them on either side of my four monitors on my work computer. Then I opened browser windows on all six screens and loaded full-screen videos of Nyan Cat. Then I sat down and let my camera (on timer) take pictures of me and the six Nyan cats.

What I really should have done was pose while eating a Pixie Stick or something....

Ai Weiwei has been released on bail.

It is Wednesday.

And it's lovely and cool with excellent cool breezes. A very nice change from yesterday. I believe I may actually do some knitting today.

Ai Weiwei is a lovely name.

Today with juvenile coworkers: one of my coworkers is retiring next week. My Nemesis has wasted no time in asserting that she's supposed to take over all of his projects, even though she never gets the projects she legitimately has done, and even though nobody has in fact given such direction.

I don't want his projects, but I sure as hell don't want her taking them over, either.

Two university student were in the next booth at lunch: "I've figured out I don't need to be good at something. I just need to be good at convincing people I am good at something."

Destined for the civil service!

Steeplechase trainer, Dorothy ‘Dot’ Smithwick, lost her battle with life at the age of 82 on June 16, 2011.

Above statement from the opening to an obituary on a racing blog: isn't saying that somebody "lost their battle with life" an odd way of putting it?

I've heard it put that way when speaking of somebody who died as a result of a specific disease but not life itself.

So... life was trying to kill her?

So... life was trying to kill her?

I feel like that every single day.