So my friend opium, who is to blame for getting me started on this whole LJ thing in the first place, the founder of the Van-Goth mailing list, and the only person to have ever actually drooled on the roof of the Wonder Wagon is off for an adventure in Australia (with a few weeks in New Zealand on the way). So last Saturday was her send-off party. I didn't take many pictures, but here are the few that I did take:
There are, as of today and including weekends and holidays, 220 days left in my "retention package". This is going to be next to impossible to ride out. I'm utterly wasting my time here. I'm worse than wasting my time here. This non-job is sucking the life out of me. I have absolutely nothing useful or interesting to do.
This came up in conversation with _disdain_ this morning. This is what I call making the most of a bad situation. I spent a great deal of time designing a website and building and extensible workflow engine behind it for a company that no longer exists. There is a ton of content that I spent months compiling that is digital detritus now, but at least the design and programming get to see the light of day...
Apparently asking me for someone's name, especially someone who is important in my life, is a pretty much guaranteed way for me to make a faux pax. From now I will be calling everyone "Leslie".
Fourteen of my photographs are now on the 
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I got an e-mail from kaRIN of 
There are, as of today and including weekends and holidays, 220 days left in my "retention package". This is going to be next to impossible to ride out. I'm utterly wasting my time here. I'm worse than wasting my time here. This non-job is sucking the life out of me. I have absolutely nothing useful or interesting to do.
Herman Melville (1819–1891). Bartleby, the Scrivener. 1853.
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Apparently asking me for someone's name, especially someone who is important in my life, is a pretty much guaranteed way for me to make a faux pax. From now I will be calling everyone "Leslie". 