Remember when I was a detail-oriented worker, perhaps not the fastest, but guaranteed to get to the end of the project with as few problems as possible?
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Were I to make a list of all the things I imagined doing in a lifetime, helping to build a toilet in the Philippines would probably be somewhere near the bottom. And yet it’s happening just the same.
And as time wears on and the sucking continues, I contend that I am perfectly justified in wanting to leave.
Warning: one is female, and a non-human female at that; and one exists only because Elvis said so.
I can stand two of them, maybe. The other five, I want nothing to do with.
There is, I suppose, something to be said for knowing that I won’t leave some poor woman a widow; but I don’t think I’m the one to say it.
Maybe it would be simpler if I just retired and got it over with. Or maybe it wouldn’t.
And if you think I ought to be ashamed of myself, I’ll probably agree with you.
What can you say to someone who’s already decided she wants to die? “Don’t do that” seems somehow inadequate.
You know how some people say “good as dead”? There are times when I think “dead” might actually be better, and this is one of them.
And at the moment, that strikes me as a hell of a lot to assume.
The circumstances aren’t quite the same, but I know the sentiment.
Some people just look right no matter how horribly they may be dressed.
What can I say? I’ve had ’em. In fact, I’ve had ’em just assembling this piece.
In which I consider the possibility of spending the rest of my days in a seated position. Not that I want to or anything, you may be sure.
Funny thing about that hourglass: if someone inverted it before the sand ran out, you’d never really know, would you?
I mean, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t.
A lot of names don’t mean what they used to mean. Like “Cadillac,” for instance. Or “Democrat” or “Republican.”
Some people think of this state as a laughingstock. Others cry over its failings. Me, I figure what goes around eventually comes around.
I was one of five children, my mother one of seven. A friend has eight, with a ninth on the way. Surely there’s room for someone who doesn’t wish to have any.
The Hour of Indecision presents: “There’s a dead squirrel on the curb!”
For comic relief:
Hope it works.
In the Battle of the Century, it’s Man vs. Bathroom Fixture!
Spoiler: See below.
To some, an architectural specialty; to others, a symbol of opportunity; to me, an adversary of long standing.
I’m just as amazed as you are: this Web site was actually founded on 9 April 1996, and at the time, all of it would fit on a 3.5-inch floppy. (Okay, not a 720k 3.5-inch floppy, but let’s not get technical here.) I’m declaring an open thread for the day; however, I am not actually going to take the day off, because, well, I just don’t do that sort of thing. I never figured this place would last this long. Then again, I never really figured I would last this long, and we know how well that worked out.
A lot can happen in 10.7 miles, especially if you’re sleepy in the morning or weary in the afternoon, or, in my case, both of the above.
This is the person to whom, Polonius said, we must be true. The tricky part is figuring out who that person really is.
I may ask myself, “How do I work this thing without having to learn something new?” And, in fact, I do ask myself that on a regular basis.
Why are some places better to live than others? Maybe it’s something in the soil. Or maybe not.