While I understand the concept of the term in corporate speak, it does make me want to ask if filing downstairs in a swift but orderly fashion and then milling around aimlessly in a designated location is really the right metaphor to be using.

They should just call it "This is going to suck."

In my home sick TV-watching, I am watching a rerun of some reality show where they're auditioning Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders. This is kind of terrifying.

Mostly because she did not die a horrible death.

That's it! Next season, we're killing you horribly. Hmph.

I don't see truck nuts much, or maybe I have stopped noticing them.

Or maybe they are more popular in California? Who knows, but I would put not seeing them in the Win category.

Love the bio, Allyson.

Also love the wee snippet of the Kristen and Allyson Show!

A guy I wouldn't sleep with at university wrote a character with my name in his scintillating sci fi fantasy book. (It hinged upon demon and daemon and UNIX and eunuchs sounding the same--good times!). My character was blinded in a horrible accident. Which I was supposed to find flattering enough to drop trou.

Then again, this was the same guy that hacked the university email, read mine, and tried to make me feel bad for telling friends in emails that I didn't like him. Last time I found a picture of him it was a FB icon with him with an apparently hot, taller than him, chick on each arm.

Man, I missed that window. So sad.

Ha I totally only watch that show when I'm home sick, but that seems to always coincide with a marathon? I dunno.

The bio is fabulous.

Today my students all blew off the day. One even left both her new bass and the old guitar it was replacing. I don't even.

Next week's the party, so I guess I'm giving up for the year?

The cheerleader candidates just got a lecture about how to eat right. That was depressing.

The fitness guy is named Jay. Is it a rule that all sidekicks on reality shows need to be named Jay?

Then again, this was the same guy that hacked the university email, read mine, and tried to make me feel bad for telling friends in emails that I didn't like him.

In that situation, I'd have told him to wait and see how he likes the e-mails I'd be sending to whoever was in charge of student e-mail privileges and academic honor codes at the university, because they'd be considerably less kind.

So, on my way home from work there was a police checkpoint--they were ticketing everyone who was not wearing a seatbelt.

Of course, I always wear my seatbelt. But I haven't seen a police checkpoint in decades....

On the way home there was an ultra-fancy sportscar-coupe, which I couldn't figure out what kind it was. All it had for an emblem was a rearing horse, which I don't know. Clues?