Kel just pointed out to me that it's "that time of the year" for me. It's actually a little early, but essentially he's right. Around Feb-March and Sep-Oct I want to KILL THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD. It's just something I do. So if I tell you all to fuck off, it's nothing personal. I'll get over it. Now fuck off.
Just in time! I was going mad, MAD, I tell you!
A billion tiny unkept promises have formed into a giant, thick-fingered hand, closing about my throat. There comes a point at which the stress of my own failure makes me lash out at others. I'm nearing that point. Something may indeed be wrong.
Okay, no less than three of my favorite humans are off somewhere and not updating. I'm left with a dearth of stuff to read. Here's your chance for shameless self-promotion! Want me to read ya? Send me a note. I'll not only read, I'll be a little opinionated link slut about it. Of course if I don't like you, that could backfire.
Email from the budget analyst to the entire office:
"Please fill out the Warranty card that came with your body armor and provide it to me. Thank you."
I imagine not a lot of computer geeks get mail like that.
So Anil found a cool little thingie called Waz Under that lets you see the comments on anyone's site. I installed the bookmarklet and went cruising around my regular reads. We are boring, boring, boring. The most interesting thing I found was Tom's "THIS IS THE CUNNING BACKWARDS NAV TABLE". Get with the program, people.