When it’s raining?

Just as an observation, I think it’s really hard to get out of bed. The gentle sound of rain on a tin roof, obvious musical allusion to a [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000544AZ/fishinguideto-20]Kevin Fowler tune, the door to the patio open, gentle breezes, I mean, I just didn’t want to get up. Even the cat decided she wasn’t that When it’s raining?

A whole lot of nothing

I mean, it was one of those days when I was done by noon. I got up early, started working on a scope, got it halfway there, not quote wrapped, but close enough. Then I realized, before I ever left, that I had a phone reading. Plus, there was the sales call from phone company, A whole lot of nothing

Marketing

Marketing The [url=http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/living/columnists/dave_barry/6934584.htm]flap over the national “do-not-call” registry, and my recent [url=http://www.matterform.com/]spam filter discovery, got me wondering about how invasive marketing should be. I was looking for software tools – routine maintenance software – and I thought about Norton. But I get so many unsolicited ads for those guys, I wonder if I should even Marketing

Burnt toast

Burnt toast. [url=http://weblog.mrbill.net/archives/000444.html]Noted. More [url=http://www.theregister.co.uk/content/6/33214.html]noted. Which has nothing to do with that dreary feeling of being totally drained from a long weekend of work. Words from Buddha Sean, “Relationships are like baby seals, sometimes…” The rest of that thought will be continued, later, on astrowhore.org. I was going to quote the item in its entirety, Burnt toast

Note from, huh, the road

[url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0970073704/fishinguideto-20]Surfing Rabbi was a title that caught my eye. Links, blogs & [url=http://www.perseus.com/blogsurvey/]more. Eye-opening stats. Patchouli: attracts Taurus. “Did you have your wheat grass yet?” Why does that stuff always taste like St. Augustine. St. Augustine, the lawn, not the saint. No great revelations, just another day sitting under an AC vent at the conference Note from, huh, the road

Working weekend

“This is too much like a real job.” Sometimes, that comment gets a laugh. Sometimes, it just doesn’t come out quite right. For one reason or another, I couldn’t get to sleep Friday night, which meant I was tired before I ever left home on Saturday morning, which meant that I was worn out before Working weekend

Off to work

Going to be a busy weekend. I hope. I tried to pop by the venue, less than a half-mile due east of here, but there was something else going on. I fully expect there to be some kind of a SNAFU when I show up to load in for the weekend. Got my arrangements made Off to work

High Art

I picked up this [url=http://www.tamu.edu/mocl/picasso/emblem.html]link, and after clicking through to the Picasso Project, a rather exhaustive catalog of work, I glanced up at the link’s URL. [url=http://www.tamu.edu]tamu dot edu – that’s Texas A&M, College Station, Home of the Aggies, and so forth. Yeah, “Gig ’em Aggies.” Or something. Picked it up online someplace, yet another High Art

Tea time

[url=http://www.tea.co.uk/]Just my cup of tea. Which has [i]nothing[/i] to do with the rest of Wednesday. Years ago, a long-standing family friend introduced me to place on South First Street that was noted for its “Puerco Adobo.” Some kind of a pork-chili stew. Pretty good grub. I was busy dialing in a pedometer, more out of Tea time