March 2005

Again. AGAIN. When. Will. It. End???

Me and Cyllia just spent eight hours formatting files that are now useless because corp. takes two days to give me permissions for the electronic folder I was supposed to already have access to but apparently don’t for some strange, cryptic, technical reason, and all of these files are due by COB tomorrow. These new

I have a sudden, irresistable urge to go out and buy books. Not a terrible desire.

Discussion.

Ide Cyan sent me an interesting note about recent events on Battlestar Galactica, which, unfortunatley, I haven’t been able to keep up on, as Jenn’s the one who tapes things and we’ve both been out of town a lot (I plan to catch up when it’s out on DVD). Ide noted that the two main

The Wheel of Time turns, and…. Ha. Sorry. Couldn’t help it. You know, after decades and decades of listening to people harping on about women and their biological clocks and “all women want to get married as soon as possible” crap, it’s sorta funny to see the tables turned: “Dr. Harry Fisch, a urologist at

What scares me so much about living here in the US right now, and dealing with all of the pseudo-religious hysteria is that when somebody tries to make a joke, it takes me way too long to get it. Here’s the brillant editors of Scientific American, from the latest issue’s editorial: “For years, helpful letter

Have finally started studying for the LSATs in earnest, meaning I’ve been equally appalled at how incredibly poor my diagnostic score was, and interested in figuring out how to figure it out. It’s learning how to think another way, and it’s challenging, in its way. This is what I’ve been doing at work instead of

Enjoyed a very relaxing weekend, and am having trouble coming back to just about everything. Got some writing to work on…

Snow in March is not. Yellow came into the office at 10am yesterday and left at 3:30pm. I have no guilt about my workday habits. In other news, I’m subsisting mainly on weak echinacea tea and contemplating skipping out of work at noon today, because I’d rather be in bed. It’s been one of those…