but I found this: does your intranet suck? sadly, I think the answer is yes. but I think I’m beginning to see the path to not-sucking.
How 9/11 changed Google.
tho it helps if you
peanut butter cookies make everything
peanut butter cookies make everything better.
weirdly enough, I slept very
and I didn’t know for
and I didn’t know for hours & hours, because I didn’t have my alarm clock on, obviously, and didn’t turn on TV or radio before going out for a bit. found out because of this thread on Metafilter.
bleh. feeling…I don’t know…I just don’t know. “angry. angry and tired.” (in Homer voice)
oh, goodness.
but you ain’t all that,
but you ain’t all that, nor a bag of chips. this is the first time I’ve been actually, actively pissed about this salon premium crap. ’cause I like them enough to skim thru once in a while, but I definitely don’t like them $30/year worth. more like reading in the library. hell, I don’t pay for any other magazines, why should I pay for one that can’t stack up in my living room?
yeah, yeah, I know – they’ve got to pay their bills, and their writers need to eat. I get that, really I do. but there’s no equivalent (like going to the library) if you don’t like them enough to pay…or if you couldn’t afford to pay. I can’t really play that card too much myself, not any more, but it certainly would’ve been true a couple of years ago – and I’m sure is still for many others who do have internet access, and do enjoy reading salon.
grrrr.
back in the land of
a tired, tired week. all
a tired, tired week. all I did Wednesday was sleep, that and curl up in the recliner, reading The Vampire Armand. okay, yeah, so that’s why I like Anne Rice. I’d almost forgotten. reading her better books is like falling into a darkly lovely dream – and this one qualifies. there was a little god-stuff, but not too bad, and definitely on the more cynical side. I *heart* Armand.
but…sleep is good. and the blu screen of death is bad, esp. when it won’t go away. it was definitely that kind of week.
I got an email from Irina today. very cool. she’s a tax accountant. yipes. still, I’m quite happy to reconnect, tho I’m sure it would give Ra fits. 🙂 silly boy.
there’s a story rattling around in the back of my head – part 9/11, part an idea that was kicking around before then. I started it, finally, last night, but haven’t gotten too far into it. (why is it that I like setting my short stories in ordinary places that somehow also feel very strange?)
hey, Matt, if you’re reading this – go work on Neal’s story!