Yeah, sometimes I'd rather drink less-strong coffee in larger quantities.

I had some of my lunch before the meeting and some after and now I'm full! Good one. (NB: I'm pretty much always hungry by 11, but try to hold off eating until noon....)

I had the glimmer of an idea last night as I was trying to fall asleep. We know how fast we are moving through time, it's always one second per second, so if Heisenberg applies we can never know where we are temporally.

Makes total sense. So this is why if I know exactly where I am, i.e., I am focused on what I'm doing and my mind is calm, I lose track of time.

Leggings are pants now. In a world where "nonplussed" means "not bothered" and "whoa" is spelled "woah" and no one seems to know that "voila" is not "wah-lah", and people wear their underwear on the outside and pajamas in public and flip-flops to work, leggings might as well be pants. There's no garrison to make a stand on anymore. It's anarchy. I'm wearing Uggs today, and tomorrow I might wear gauchos. As long as I can't see your buttcrack, I no longer care if you're wearing leggings as pants. end manifesto

"whoa" is spelled "woah"

I thought I was the only person who noticed (and hated) this. It drives me nuts. (Almost as much as the pervasive misuse of "awe" for "aw." When I see that, I'm trapped under the weight of my pedantic rage.)

no one seems to know that "voila" is not "wah-lah"

I used to genuinely get confused when someone used "walla!!!" in a post, because...it means nothing. It's not a word. (Eventually I figured out it was supposed to be "voila," and there was more pedantic rage.)

I've given up on the leggings-as-pants thing. I mean, it's ridiculous and I roll my eyes hard, but apparently all my rage is reserved for misuses of language.

I was able to point out to Casper that in the dress code for her future school, leggings are explicitly declared not pants, and may only be worn when covered to mid-thigh. Also, they specifically state that no underwear must be visible (which I assume is for low-pants boys as much as bra-strap girls.)

the pervasive misuse of "awe" for "aw."

I always assume that's autocorrect. For my sanity.

people wear their underwear on the outside

I remember when people were complaining about that in the 80s. Ah, nostalgia. I was an offender.

So this is why if I know exactly where I am, i.e., I am focused on what I'm doing and my mind is calm, I lose track of time.

Oh, very good!

Freestyle language = portend of the pending apocalypse.

At the same time, given how much I abuse the ellipse, I suppose I can't throw stones at anyone's glass language house.

But it burns!

'Supposably' rather than supposedly. It's a tongue biting moment every single time!

My sensitivity to such things began when I was about 12 and my stepmother pronounced em-broy-dery as emboydry and sh-rimp as srimp.

Yikes.

So much rain and cloud outside. Taking it on faith that the valley is still there.

Smonster, insent.

When I see that, I'm trapped under the weight of my pedantic rage.

I'm trying to let go of the pedantic rage unless the misuse is happening in a professional context, and then I let an ember of it glow in the cockles of my heart.

I need to call the doctor's office and schedule a follow up appointment. I will do that now and then go back to listening to Pink on my headphones.

Interview postponed until next week. It's better to be at the end of the interviews than the beginning, right?