24 August 2001
Last year: Well, ask and ye shall receive.
Right, well... Here I am.
You know, I've been sitting here for about ten minutes, staring at this screen and not knowing what to say. There's nothing to talk about. Nothing especially good. Nothing especially bad. Just... nothing worth mentioning.
Snippets, then...
I told Jeff (and later, Karen) yesterday: "I'm getting a little tired of the constant Halling. I know that's kind of like the Pope saying he's getting tired of praying."
Matt and I had Chinese food for dinner Wednesday. On a whim, I ordered Moo Shu Pork. I haven't had Moo Shu in years - I remember loving the plum sauce it comes with, but not being crazy about the actual food. But I decided to order it anyway. But this time, I loved both the plum sauce and the food. (Though our take-out place gives you egg-roll wrappers instead of Moo Shu pancakes... The sauce leaked through almost immediately.) Anyway, I'm hooked for the next little while, I think. Which is good; I was starting to get kindof apathetic about Chinese food.
My office had its monthly "morale-boosting" ice cream social yesterday. Of course, since the pot-luck lunches were taking two and three hours, they decided to just have a brown-bag lunch (i.e., bring your own lunch) and then set up for ice cream afterwards.
Part of the ice cream socials are drawings for prizes, which range from about $10 to $25 in value. Yesterday, they decided that instead of drawing our names from a hat, they would have everyone pick a number (from 1 to 50) and the person who came closest would win.
As soon as the rules were explained, one guy - Daryl - blurted out, "Twenty-four!"
Suzanne, the HR person in charge of the event told him, "Not yet!" She went around the room, asking each person to name a number. When she got to Rob, just before Daryl, he grinned and said, "Twenty-four." Everyone laughed, and Daryl grumbled and picked twenty-three.
But the number was twenty-five, so Rob won.
I downloaded yesterday an album I used to like as a kid - folk songs, mostly. I'm still enjoying it, but since I wound up having to locate and download each song separately, they're of varying quality. Specifically, a couple of them crackle as if they were recorded from the actual old LPs. It does capture the old feeling of listening to my parents' album, but personally, I think I'd be fine without it.
(By the way, if anyone wants to make song suggestions, I'd appreciate it.)
Word of the Day:
tome - a volume forming part of a larger work; a book, especially a large or scholarly book
Currently Reading:
- Firebrand by Marrion Zimmer Bradley
Current Projects:
- drawing
- Hall stuff
- garden