“Your soul is worth £18381. For your peace of mind, 39% of people have a purer soul than you.”
So sayeth WWYS, from whom you can get a free quote on your soul.
(Link found at Bears Cave.)

“Your soul is worth £18381. For your peace of mind, 39% of people have a purer soul than you.”
So sayeth WWYS, from whom you can get a free quote on your soul.
(Link found at Bears Cave.)
Here’s an example of the kind of day (and by “day” I mean “consecutive number of hours that may or may not number less than twenty-four”) I can have at work. And by “example” I mean “accounting of the last twenty-some-odd hours and the multitude of hours yet to come.”
8:00am Sunday: Arrive, greet consultant, turn him loose on project.
5:30pm Sunday: Leave consultant to own devices so as to procure foodstuffs and a few hours’ rest (and by “rest” I mean “hang out with friends, watch a movie, eat some din-din” but not “get some sleep”).
11:30pm Sunday: Return to office, send consultant home so he can get a few hours’ rest (meaning “sleep” this time) while I babysit the troublesome AS/400 backup.
3:00am Monday: Finish tape backup, go home to sleep.
10:30am Monday: Arrive, greet consultant, get marching orders for the coming evening, set auditors up with network hub and some cables, discover hacking of Windows 2000 server, repair damage, patch, patch some more, reboot some more, and start tackling all of the other small emergencies that tend to crowd up a standard Monday.
6:??pm Monday: Begin yet another tape backup of the AS/400, now expected to take four hours per session instead of the two hours forty minutes that it used to take.
?:??pm Monday: Go home, try to sleep enough to take on Tuesday…
As I write this, Mari should be already done with surgery. There’s nothing quite like remembering that one of your closest, dearest friends just went under the knife to put your whiney, sorry ass firmly in its place.
So for a few minutes I’m going to ignore my pain, instead hoping that hers is extremely short-lived and that she’s back up and kicking butt in no time flat.
Go forth and show the love, folks.
UPDATE: Oh yeah:
Found via ORblogs, sublethal.net suggests new mottos for our beloved City Of Roses. For instance:
“Portland: Ideal for people who can’t handle the fast-paced hustle and bustle of Seattle”
The other nine are even better…
sublethal.net: Portland spleen
PAST: What was your first paying job?
PRESENT: What do you do for a living nowadays?
FUTURE: Barring “winning the lottery,” what would be your dream job?
Short and sweet, since I was a monumental putz and forgot to do this last night. I’m just glad people keep coming back for more…
http://greyduck.net/ppf
Remember that coast trip I wrote about yesterday? Here’s what it looked like.
Don’t you wish you’d gone with, now?
Oh yeah, I keep forgetting to post this:
I don’t know about you, but I find the concept absolutely hilarious…
Gallery – Natural Beauty