I just got booted from the meeting. Apparently you're not supposed to be in one with someone with whom you have a reporting relationship, and I was sitting next to my boss. It's supposed to encourage frankness, but honestly, I'd have been frank. With this boss, anyway.

Still, I got 90 minutes back for now.

Hold off on the d20.

Fuck cancer. KCD's wife's step-father just passed away. Not that I've ever met the man, but still. Fuck cancer.

Sorry, Suzi.

The following quote is gleaned from a baseball blog but I thought it was worth sharing. The first person is talking about a woman he saw at a minor league baseball game where Deion Sanders was playing.

First poster: She was impressive, had the kind of posture that looks like she had just stepped off of a ship's prow.

Second poster: One millihelen: the amount of beauty required to launch a single ship.

Apropos of nothing, I used to have a massive crush on Deion Sanders. I don't know what that was about.

Neon Deion?

Timelies all!

Just waiting to see what Irene has in store for us.(Other than rain. That's pretty much a given) We have a bunch of batteries for flashlights and my boombox.

The one I loved was Bo. Bo ... I forget his last name. Maybe I didn't like him that much after all. Crap. They did those "Bo Knows" ads with him.

Bo Jackson. He played a bunch of sports I don't watch. Like Deion.

I miss the decathlon.

Not that it's gone anywhere.

The guy in front of me in line at the supermarket? Buying two gallons of water. The guy behind me? Buying two gallons of vodka.

I know which one of them I'm having a one night stand with!