November 21st, 2006

Morning cuppa

The long, shiny, tea time of the soul

Coworker 1: Would you like some tea, T?
Me: Sure! Earl Grey, please.
C1: Sugar?
Me: No, I take it black, black like my heart!
(Five minutes later)
C1: Here you go!
Me (looking at milky cup of tea): Um, thanks!

So, what, is the message here that my heart isn't black, or is it just impossible for an Englishman to serve tea in this perverse fashion?

Where did my day go?

I had four hours of meetings, an interview I still need to provide feeback on, a list of issues for accepting the release that are STILL not finished (email and IM is getting nowhere, time for kicking ass and taking names!), some bugs I need to reassign, and some various emails to write on this and that. Man, what a day! I've got a lot to do in the next hour but what I'd like more than anything is to just slip out the door now ... not like I don't still have plenty to do.

I never made it out the door today - glad I walked to work and at least got to enjoy that!

Tonight: cassoulet, made by Chef J!
disco ball

Rarely has the New York Times sent me home in such a good mood

I only wish I could roust irrationalrobot or ciphergoth online, for today's NY Times article on how science should stand up against religion just warmed me to the heart. I quote: Dr. Porco said, “Let’s teach our children from a very young age about the story of the universe and its incredible richness and beauty. It is already so much more glorious and awesome — and even comforting — than anything offered by any scripture or God concept I know.” Man, I think this rates changing the name of my journal.

It's good I had some interesting articles to read, though, as I was at the bus stop for about 15 minutes waiting for my bus. (Brr!) I left at 7 because I just couldn't get caught up with all of my work, thanks to the two hour long freaking vendor meeting for what I'll call "Ass Site" I wasted my time attending, and had to just keep marching forward with getting the emails sent out about trying to get my test environment working and BLAH BLAH really the New York Times article was great.

Once home, the cassoulet was NOT a go, and neither were my tacos as I had no taco meat left! I'll spare you my further culinary gyrations (which did result in food making it on our plates as always) and say GOD I HATE TRYING TO LIVE IN MY BUDGET but the pain of this is much relieved by the fantastic care package I got in the mail from vorona today! FOUR cooking magazines, just in time for Thanksgiving, and FIVE chocolate bars black as the blackest corner of my heart. God, it makes me happy to be sitting here nibbling chocolate that would peel the taste buds off the tongues of gentler mortals (or, shall I say, "ladies") and reading food porn. I'm sorry we're not watching a movie or anything right now, but I have to say this: All The Pleasures of This Evening Brought To You By vorona.