I do like the cut of her jib, but I haven't even figured out Twitter or Tumblr yet; Pinterest is way beyond me.

ION, a minor work nemesis (ineffectual but very annoying) just got a politely-worded smackdown, after sticking his nose into my and my co-worker's business. After discussing his PITAtude, we forwarded the email to our own boss with an innocent cover note asking him to clarify who's in charge of the procedural reorg around here, as we find it confusing to have to take direction from so many people who are not usually in our direct (or even indirect) chain of command.

He sent the PITA's own note straight back to him (after judiciously pruning out our admittedly super passive-aggressive -- but effective -- email) with a politely worded request, cc'd to his division chief, that in future he really should bring issues like this to the attention of the people who actually supervise us. He also cc'd my supervisor, who instantly emoticonned me with glee (PITA has been a PITA to her, too, and really to everyone with whom he comes in contact).

It's so strange, being in a workplace where someone with lots of letters after their name is inappropriate and an ass to the admins and someone else actually says to the ass, "That thing you're doing? Stop doing that thing." Strange, and oddly refreshing.

Eda

Is that pronounced “eeda”, “ehda”, or “eyda”?

Tom, you say it like the moon.

I really should learn to rein in my (inner! Always inner!) eye-rolling and judging at people who are walking cliches of hipster fashion. Because I am a complete walking cliche of goth, which is just as silly. But damn, this couple on the bus are kind of amazing.

But damn, this couple on the bus are kind of amazing.

That's what they just tweeted about you! Between drinking PBR ironically, adjusting their oversize glasses, and cycling off on their fixies.

I once had a 2nd cousin named Sue O in my house for two weeks because her flight was fogged in. (She's since married and taken her husband's name, so I am the only one.)

Heh. Thank you, Hec. From the not-very-subtle side eye they kept giving me, you're probably right.

Shane and Sean Shanahan??? There are other sounds in English, you know!

Christine of the three Chrises asked me if there were others named like me in my family. I'm, like, yeah, inasmuch as "like me" means something half-made up, half-abbreviated, there is another. And they were very appreciative of my sister's name, except one thought it meant brother, and Christine thought Japanese instead of Yoruba.

Names are so...so very.

From the shit I didn't say file:

Look, I am not a children's librarian and you are supposed to be a grown ass man. Please stop making it my problem that you never learned how to play well with others or share your toys, I mean books.