They're here,

they're here.

Yay!
I want my mommy.

Oh, hey, lookee that!

Three hours left...
Damn it.

This gets bigger

every time I look at it.

Kudzu bugs, grrr.

*sigh*
Nothing like

new software

to make you feel

really stupid.
Geez, he did it again!

Being a character

in a George R. R. Martin book

is perilous, indeed.
Overheard in Corporate America:

"Don't be talkin' smack, man."
Picking up parents

in 14 hours.

Woo!
Things that

make me think of Jon.
I'll settle for a cup of coffee,

but you know what I really need.
I am subsisting on

coffee,

gum,

and nerves.
The phrase

"touch base"

has always seemed

slightly dirty to me.
Table Topics question for ya:

If you could,

what would you tell

your five-year-old self?
Ah ha!

The reason I always misspell

"epiphany"

is "epitome."
And now, a haiku:

Just ate a cookie.

Now I feel nauseated.

You would think I'd learn.
*gasp*

These books!

In ten swift pages,

he killed three main characters.

I am reeling, and engrossed.
Oh, man,

did the planets align this morning.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Toastmasters,

when you are not President,

is awesome!
Dear god.

I'm blogging about the weather.
It's hard to keep up.

Tuesday reached 80.

Currently, it is 36.
Can't

lift

arms...
What? No!

I'm a programmer.

Pro Gram Mer.

Who said I wanted to be

a Business Analyst? Ack.
Reset the p-RAM.
Girl Scout cookies

turn dads

into dealers.
The theme for conference rooms

on this floor is boardgames.

Overheard:

"Off to Aggravation?"

"Yep."

So true, so true...
Nothing like an impossible deadline

to demotivate me utterly.
What are you looking for?
Mmf.

It is too cruel,

having a weather applet

on your site,

when outside, it is 66,

and inside, it is beige.
This worked so well before.

Tell me a joke?
"Electronic paystubs...

except in Oregon."

*blink blink*

We have employees

in Oregon?
Unless you hurl yourself

relentlessly

at the cave for 2 hours,

in which case it hurts in 24. Ow.

But it's a good hurt.
Okay, ow.

Rock climbing hurts

36 hours later.
Woah.

I remembered my dreams today.
Things that catch you off guard:

The IRS sent only one

1040 form...

and that's the right number.
Like a magic elixer:

Toastmasters meeting,

past president.

I feel great!
Wistful thought

from the third floor:

I could go down there

and dig my toes

into the Sahara

of the volleyball courts.
Why I should seek help:

Customizing WeatherPixie,

it said sunrise was 10 min ago.

I turn around,

and am startled that it is light out.
Scene: Wal-Mart, interior

S: Shoe repair schmutz?

WM: Repair? Who repairs?

You should buy new boots.

S: ??! [attempts to extricate]

WM: It's the American way!

S: [sotto] If I wanted your opinion...
tee hee

The WeatherPixie
Personally,

if Blogger were going to fail,

I kinda wish it wouldn't

obliterate my blog when it did.

But I understand why it does.
Actually,

user-generated errors

are my favorite kind.

Easiest to fix.

*relieved sigh*
I think

this year's element

shall be:

fire
Do yer freakin' job!

Grr.
Forwarding ideas

in a room full of men

is so frustrating.
Dexterity defined:

Clasping a bracelet

on your own wrist.
Violence: Okay.

Sex: Bad.

No wonder we're screwed up.
Bored.

Call me?
Guilty pleasures:

I like being Grammarian.
F5 :: questions

1. cubicle farm

2. 1:21 pm CST

3. black jeans, tight shirt,

mono black chucks

4. loud and gross

5. bouldering
It's not Dell, really.

It's just one guy.

"Sunset"

is not a verb.
Hey, wait.

I missed my blog's birthday.

A year of the scraps of paper

of my life...
When it rains,

it pours.

Today is Trouble Ticket Day.
"Readers Theatre"

is half right.
Dude!

I ran Toastmasters elections

in half an hour.

Beat that, baby.

Plus, I'm not president any more.

WOO HOO!
I just received spam

about eliminating spam.

Um...
YES!

I moved

from one hand-hold to the next

in the upside-down part

of the "cave."

Fuck, yeah.
Horrors!

I let an it's/its mistake

go out in an email

to customers.

I am so chagrined.
What do you do,

at 4:40,

when you are *hungry*?

Must be my tape worm.
Ever ridden a motorcycle?

If you don't have

all that fancy gear,

what do you wear?

Aside from a helmet, of course.
Why do we congratulate

winners of door prizes?

It's not like they did anything.
Ya gotta respect that.

Go read the 1/7 post

from Mighty Girl.
8:40

is nothing like

7:00.

Dang it.
Important communication tool

of our time: the mix tape.

Trying to compile one

that says the right things.

Trying to determine

the right things to say.
Predictions for 2003

from Textism.com,

just another example

of the writing

that keeps me coming back.
Suddenly, today,

my workplace is

lousy with small boys.
Assist my creative effort?

What are things that

experiencing once

makes you want more,

other than food?
Last week: Child lost to lukemia.

Last night: Highway sign streams

data on a kidnapped child.

This morning:

Pregnant woman with cigarette.
Spent the day

at McKinney Falls

with a friend.
decide on pants; launder.

charge camera.

return movies.

straighten living room; vacuum.

weather-coat shoes.

shoe-goo?
*gasp*

Meg posts

photos from Scotland.
Oh, wait.

Maybe I do need to sleep.

But then I'd miss out on stuff!
I am on the balcony.

It has reached the hour

when the light is golden

and all the birds take flight.

Hello, New Year. I think I'll like you.
If you call a friend

to ask him to get online,

do you have a problem?
But I like palindromes.