Thank you for calling

One of our journals will be with you momentarily.

Journals as a writing format present some serious problems. For the reader, there's not much more than voyeurism provided unless the subject is famous or otherwise interesting to others (most of us aren't).

For the writer it's even worse. Here are your choices: accuracy, self promotion, self-abasement: pick two. Or just flat out boredom.

Today I watched football for 5 hours and was paid for it. It's a strange world. I sat there with my feet up and clicked away at keys making sure some trivial information was provided to others, bought a hat over the Web (I lose hats), and tried not to fall asleep.

Increasingly I think sleep is the natural state of humans and should be encouraged. Most of the crappy things I've experienced have been while awake.

Join me, sleepers, and snore away the next 50 years of war. My n key is breaking.

verbal peristalsis

One of those lying statistics you read in magazines says that we spend years of our lives looking for lost objects. I lost 90 minutes today to my wallet, which was finally found in the back yard on a table (!). I wonder what would happen if I just never found the object I was chasing. Would I end up like Sisyphus, chasing some unavailable missing object for eternity?

We had a meeting at work today in which the boss tried to draw an analogy between our challenges doing thingies with technology, and the battles for North Africa during the second world war. It wasn't nearly as bad as the Antarctic Expedition Analogy we got handed at a previous job, but it was a bit comical. I imagine myself in goggles, clinging to a tank as bullets whistle by.

The boss is a cool guy, and I'm addicted to analogies also. For some reason mine always seem to involve animals.

"It's a kangaroo rat solution to the problem. If you just jump straight up, you get away for a bit but the problem is still there when you land." Then again, the problem is a bit surprised. I hope to surprise my problems by vigorous jumping.