Picture it: I'm sitting here at my desk, squirming. It occurs to me that I'm squirming because I need to use the restroom. (Yeah, I'm kinda dense about some things. Frankly, some of you would probably not want to 'picture it'. Don't think I'd blame you.) Anyway, I make my way back to the spacious men's room [...] Full story...
Be warned, not only is the story disturbing, the author is disturbed.
Picture it: A cold, blustery day in January, and our hero, Yip, is headed to the post office to buy stamps, and to complain to an uncaring postal clerk about the ever-rising postal rates.
So I get to the office this morning and turn on the computer. (It's about the only thing I'm able to 'turn on' lately.
In a break from my usual inane rantings........
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30 years ago this month:
My roommate at the time, Mark, had been out of town.
I'm finding it extremely difficult to get motivated today. Usually, I can go back into the deep, dark bowels of the office and find someone to yell at, and that gives me a quick pick-me-up.
On the phone last night, about 6:30 p.m.
Yip: Hi dad, what are you doing? How you feeling today?
Dad: Oh, pretty good.
Yes, it's another inane, somewhat inappropriate, and often times sleep-inducing report of my happenings during the last Diversity Weekend.
Last night, with nothing else in mind for din-din, I decided to make a beef stew (pronounced 'stoo') type of thing.
After a kitchen remodel, I had an old (ancient!) dishwasher to get rid of, along with some other crap (not 'good' crap, 'bad' crap) including a couple of broken patio tables, a patio heater, about 12 feet of duct work, and miscellaneous (bad) crap.
The only Domestic Partnership Registry in Arkansas--and one of the few in the Mid-South region of the country--may soon be history, if one right-wing state legislator has his way.
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