On Tuesday I was having a tough day. I had finished a rough day at work and I had an hour break before I headed to what I knew was going to be a rough ballet class. And I had forgotten my book. Crap. I generally keep books tucked all over the place, anywhere I might need one. Apparently the books that had been posted to The Car and The Ballet Bag were good enough to be promoted to house books and their positions had not yet been filled. This happens frequently. I'm too good at walking and reading at the same time.
I parked my car downtown and slumped around for a bit. I wandered into my favorite bookstore under the pretense of merely killing time before class and headed back towards the science fiction. I walked out of the store a few minutes later and a few degrees happier with a new Terry Pratchett tucked under my arm. Retail therapy. No one can cure a bad day like Terry Pratchett. If you have a sense of humor and any scrap of an imagination, pick up one of his books.
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There aren't enough geeks in my office. We've acquired a lot of new people in the last month. Nice folks on the whole and I'm glad to have them around, but so far as I can tell, there isn't a geek in the bunch. For example, this morning while I was ferreting around in the office kitchen for a clean utensil to stir my chai with, I triumphantly cried, "Spoon!" No one got it. Sigh. I found a spoon though.
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Did you notice that it's Fall now? I know it doesn't technically start until the 21st or so, but in all actuality the first day of Fall has past; it was last Thursday. I noticed. My car windows are fogging up in the morning, the ever-present valley breeze has become chilly, and of course, there are tomatoes squashed all over the freeways. I'm serious. Harvest time in the Sacramento Valley is marked by big, fat smears of red tomato mush in the treads of your tires. The trucks hauling the tomatoes from the fields speed up and down the freeway with uncovered, fully-laden trailers of tomatoes and they roll all over the place. The on-ramps and off-ramps are particularly gory. So if anyone out there is planning on filming a sequel to Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, give me a call. I'll take you down to the on-ramp to Highway 113 by my house and we'll start production. It will really set up the tomatoes' motivation.
This random selection of thoughts has been brought to by Thursday. Enjoy.