I don't know right now whether anticipatory grief sucks more or less than the usual kind, but I'm not really eager to find out.

Eat, you silly cat, or my eyes are going to be redder than yours!

The recruiter just called and offered me the job. I could start as early as Monday, depending on when the other new person is available. I guess showing up 10 minutes late for the interview didn't impair me too much. (I actually arrived at the correct BART stop 15 minutes early, but due to a combination of a wrong turn, a mis-transcribed address, ( Read more... )

I've got an interview next Wednesday for a contract position ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to suspect that my Muse is under some sort of restraining order.

As some of y'all may know, Hamachi, our eldest cat (he's somewhere between 16 and 19, according to the vet), was diagnosed with chronic renal failure in early October. After freaking out a bit, in spite of his only-slightly-elevated numbers, I settled down into the "kidney diet, supplemental potassium, extra B vitamins, and subcutaneous fluids" ( Read more... )

( my brain goes some odd places )

At some point, I must come up with an omnibus phrase that comprises both "mea culpa" and "bite me!"

Suggestions cheerfully entertained...

I'm struck yet again by how flippin' difficult it is to extract an Imitrex pill from its packaging under ordinary circumstances--and how much more challenging it is when in the throes of a level-7 migraine.

Good thinking there, GlaxoSmithKline!

I really must get rid of those dead roses reposing on top of the fridge.

Severed genitalia are one thing...withered, dusty severed genitalia are quite another.

...but wasn't Athena a virgin goddess?

That being the case, why is she (in the person of her acolyte) shilling sex toys?