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Friday, December 14, 2001

I'm just a shorn boy.

Thanks, George; I will never be able to sing the original now: "Scary mousse, Scary mousse, will my do be fanned-out, yo?"

01:17 PM PST (link)

Thursday, December 13, 2001

Getting in late this morning.

Very nearly too much red wine at last night's company Holiday party. I was composed enough to not do anything embarrassing, but a little more woozy than usual this morning. The party this year, in order to save costs, was here in the office (which is new enough and has a lot of open public space.) Interesting. I thought it felt like a College-era Progressive party. I must remember to apologize to my friend Alex, on whose desk I accidently dribbled some "Asian Mixed Vegetables."

The Boyfriend's company party this year is at his workplace too. I admit that I briefly wondered what was up with that, but then as Nancy pointed out, at least there's a party going on at all.

10:17 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

Not exactly Stream of Consciousness.

More like "Trickle of consciousness." A variety of things from this past week that just never became enough for a blog entry by themselves:

• I always confuse synecdoche and metonymy. Don't you?

• That's just wrong. I got email from an executive at our company who put "SVP" (Senior Vice President) in the name field of their email, like it was a title or an honorific. From now on my outgoing mail will say "HRM (His Royal Majesty) Casey."

• I just misread something in Bill's Roadtrip post that made me wonder for a second: The Abercrombie Snowman. Then again I think Abercrombie is pretty abominable, so maybe I'm not far off.

• Why didn't anyone point me at the Quote File Index before? You people are holding out on me.

• My boss took my stapler because she needed one. Instead of asking for it back I went and got another from the mailroom solely to avoid the inevitable Office Space reference. "I believe you have my stapler...."

05:32 PM PST (link)

Monday, December 10, 2001

In Twenty Words or Less.

The Mayfly Project asks for a twenty word or less summary of your 2001. It's tougher than it sounds. Here's mine: "Hated boss leaves, responsibilities change. Planes crash into vacation. Surfed Web excessively. Blogged. Wrist hurts. Sushi, laundry routines. Loving Boyfriend."

02:57 PM PST (link)

La Espera Larga.

Sorry for the delay in posts. My father's mother passed away last week, and while we weren't close, anything I thought about posting at the time seemed rather inconsequential. (Then again, this is a Weblog, so everything in here in inconsequential, isn't it?) One interesting coincidence: on the day she passed away the Spanish Word of the Day was Cielo..."Heaven."

At any rate, the trivial items and dumb jokes will recommence now in earnest. Thank you for your patience.

10:59 AM PST (link)