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I really wish Taylor Gifts would get the hint and stop sending me crap. I’ve got to call them again tomorrow to voice my opinion and perhaps they’ll leave me alone, dammit. Junk mail annoys me.

The cover item this time around has got to be one of the most obnoxious products brought to market in the past year or so. It’s called “Big Mouth Billy Bass,” and basically it’s this fake mounted fish that you put on your wall. It SINGS and wiggles. It is the most utterly classless thing I’ve ever seen in my life. To me it screams “REDNECK!” I can’t even find it funny. I have to wonder what marketing genius came up with this one. Here’s hoping he got stock options, and that they tank in about four months and he goes back to doing whatever he was doing before (used car salesman?).

DINK-y designers ponder getting hired

Tonight: sushi at the local sushi bar. Whee! Service was glacially slow (actually, glaciers were quick in comparison) but the four of us—Margaret, Katharine, Jeff, and myself—had a fine time playing with our chopsticks and telling bad jokes and making fun of previous employers. It was a good thing. I’m sure the people at the next table were wishing we’d shut up, though.

Good news. I’ve been working through a temp agency for several months now, trying to finish out my contract so that the company I was working AT could make a hiring offer for me. They did so today. Even though I knew it was coming, it was a bit of a relief to finally hear the words “We’d like to bring you on staff permanently.”Granted, I know I’m good at what I do. It’s just that sometimes, well, you doubt every now and then.

Small surprises.

Well, I had a nice little bit of commentary ready to go for this evening, and then I decided to put it down and go do some other stuff for a while. I went to see X-Men with friends, and then chatted with the crew (tonight: Jeff, Katharine, Jessica, and Brian) over at the wondergeeks’ apartment.

Then I came home and checked my email. Discovered that my sister’s getting married in September. Needless to say, this is a bit of a surprise. She and her husband Jackie divorced in December of last year or January of this year—I don’t know when the divorce became final. I didn’t know that she was dating someone seriously. I now know that his name is Carl, but I don’t know a last name.

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The fledgling gardener

Here I sit at my computer desk at the end of another day. Edmund is perched on top of the desk, sunning himself under the lights of the ceiling fan and looking beatifically down upon his chosen human.

All is well here in my quiet little corner of the world. Jeff is curled up in bed, reading Iain Banks’ Use Of Weapons. I’m pleased that he’s finally getting addicted to this lovely (and unfortunately, mostly out-of-print) science fiction series. Mostly, I just want someone to talk to about what I’m reading.

The complicity of the human heart

I have a few minutes left before the end of my workday, so I’m going to sit here, look occupied, and type out today’s random thoughts. I promise that I’m over my depravity from yesterday; it would take a while to explain why in the world I posted what I did, but suffice it to say, it was just one of those things that, once you heard about it, is hard to get off your mind.

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