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Once again, I'm fairly perky and alert for it being after midnight, and me having put in a long day.

After work, I took some of the coworkers visiting from San Antonio out for beers. They enjoyed themselves. They have previously been hesitant to venture forth and explore the town. Beer is definitely a way to their hearts. Good ol' Texas boys. Plus, I was the designated driver. They were happy boys.

On my way home, I acquired the Star Wars DVDs. It had to be done, regardless of my opinions of Lucass' changes.

After that, I came home and finished work on my web assignment. I'm glad that was done. Shortly thereafter, I watched the tivo'd episode of Smallville. I read through reannon's lengthy critique of it. Damn, girl! You were on fire!

But I loved every minute of the episode, despite realizing I was in deep episode deficit.

Now I am watching "Lost", but I'm so sleepy, I may not make it through the whole thing tonight.

*clomp* *clomp*

In Pennsylvania, a horse is not a vehicle!

Now I must trundle off to work.

I hope everyone has a good day. I have had my coffee, a delicious Dean and Deluca Charlotte Blend, so the day is off to a grand start.

Ah, the addle-brained rich...

kellinator reminded me of an experience I had with an arrogant little rich boy. Those of you who know me in person well have heard this story. taogrl may have heard it in person. We'll call him D143. D can be for Dimwit, or whatever derogatory word you wish to choose that begins with "D". 143 is purely arbitrary, but I'm sure, among my friends, you could identify 142 other individuals who are worthy of this title.

So D143 was a coworker. He didn't really have to work, his parents had wealth due to ownership of numerous popular carbohydrate crops here in the state. He was known for lacking in diplomacy.

Five years ago, I bought my own house. It's a small affair(1344 sq feet), but then I am a single woman, so that is a perfect size for my needs. What is key here, is that I bought this house with my own funds. I secured my loan on my own credit. My ability to do this was based on my own job that I had been working in for 6 years.

So, enter D143, who seemingly kindly enough asks me about my house, what it looks like, etc. This was the time when I was going through closing, and filled with excitement over purchasing my new home, so of course I readily disclosed my domestic details.

What was D143's response? Most polite people might say, "That's great!", "How charming!" or "Congratulations!".

He said, chuckling in some desperate form of triumph, "Your house could fit in my garage."

Gee, I had no idea he was asking the question to compete with me.

Everyone who heard him was pissed off on my behalf.

However, I was not going to remind him that he was a no-talent ass-clown who had no respect in our department. I was not going to ask him to imagine what he could afford if he did not have his family's income to augment his own little income. I was not going to ask him where he would be if they had not put him through college and paid for everything they needed. Why? Because given his comment, he knew the answers to those questions already.

Just passing this along from shaunathan and <user site="livejou

We lack consistency here, folks.

Dan Rather, CBS News Anchor
1) given documents he thought were true
2) failed to thoroughly investigate the facts
3) reported documents to the American people as true to make his case
4) when confronted with the facts, apologized and launched an investigation
5) number of Americans dead: 0
6) should be fired as CBS News Anchor

George W. Bush, President of the United States
1) given documents he thought were true
2) failed to thoroughly investigate the facts
3) reported documents to the American people as true to make his case
4) when confronted with the facts, continued to report untruth and stonewalled an investigation
5) number of Americans dead: 1100
6) should be given four more years as President of the United States

(Found at Democratic Underground)

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Well, I must return to work tonight after my class to work on our Conversant system again. I'm cool with that. It's called overtime, and I do love it so.

My boss told me not to come in on Sunday. L wants to do more memory upgrades. The boss said, "No, you've done your duty this week. We'll work something else out."

Oh, alright. 'Twill be nice to have a three day weekend.


Here's the lineup:
-Drum Lesson, Saturday 11am
-Hair Appointment, 12:30
-Braggot Brewing

Sunday:
-Head to Berkeley
-See Richard Shindell

Monday:
-goof around Berkeley or San Francisco (the SFMOMA is open!)
-see Richard Shindell again!
-Drive home.

Tuesday: return to work.

Wednesday:
-Work
-Drive to Winters and see Richard a third time!

Yeah, I'm a goober.

A memory.

They dined together in relative silence,
broken by the occasional anecdote.
Finally, he looked back on his life
and told her the precise turning point
where he abandoned the life he wanted,
and left himself open to the life that wanted him.