I hope nobody is trying to call us or something silly like that.
Our office phone system has been crashing and reloading since I arrived this morning. Heard David cursing earlier. Just guessing that was his not-so-private reaction to the situation.

Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with the university servers, so email continues to trickle in, but ( Read more... )

♫ out of sight, out of mind ♫

[Edit:

I'd forgotten that Blip.fm automatically feeds here until I noticed it pop up on my Twitter feed from here. I don't remember setting that up for LiveJournal or Twitter. But then, it's been a while since I've touched Blip.fm either. Oops.

Considering that my last entry for this journal was way the hell back in March ( Read more... )

1. My graphite Kindle arrived yesterday--huzzah! It's sleek, it's shiny, and it doesn't make my eyes burn to read on it!


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Spent the weekend in hiding mostly. I think the previous Monday through Friday, 07:00 to 19:00 bumping of shoulders with other human beings just wore me too thin to be companionable to anyone else by the time Saturday came. It didn't help that I forgot to turn off my alarm clock on Friday night and was woken bright and early the next day. No, no, ( Read more... )

I've been fairly silent about it, but as things are becoming somewhat more concrete I feel less wary in addressing it ( Read more... )

(Texting Mum...)

Me: What should I get Dad for his birthday?
Does he need anything in particular?

Mum: Watching Joker.
I'll get back to you.

That's generally my line.

Anyhoo, if you haven't seen the most recent episode ...

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"You need us!" -- "I need you?"

Oh, Jerry, he needs you like he needs a hole in the head.

If they aren't actively fucking up my internet service (downloading viruses to the network from a piece of crap PC), then of course they must be picking through my mail and opening the paper copies of bills that I pay online and calling me to accuse me of delinquent payments.

HOLY SHIT. STOP OPENING MY FUCKING MAIL. MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMNED

Well, there are things I'd like to say, but I can't. And it wouldn't help--not really ( Read more... )

So my dad sent me this txt--

Call me when you are off work

Kind of cryptic, and leaving much too much to my overwrought imagination. Why do I need to call after work? Is this something that will upset me so greatly that I won't be fit to be seen by my coworkers? Did something happen to Mum? Or Grammy ( Read more... )

I wanted to finish reading Public Enemies before going to see the movie, but that's looking unlikely. The weekend was far busier than I'd anticipated.

In addition to Steve Martin and Martin Sheen, Arlo Guthrie also showed up at A Prairie Home Companion, which Keillor only announced at the very last minute. It seemed to mean a lot to my parents and ( Read more... )