Two years ago I moved to Baltimore, and in all that time, I never bothered to hang my poster collection. My poster collection amounted to not much at all, but it was my collection, and I never hung them up. There was many and multiple reasons for this. There’s really no place to hang posters,Continue reading “On Hanging Posters”
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On the Sixth Floor’s Weather
This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. If this were a real test, broadcasters in your area would have followed this announcement with beer. Instead… My sixth floor cubicle has one major flaw. It’s frigid. The air conditioning vent is right above my head. I look up, and that’s all I see. TheContinue reading “On the Sixth Floor’s Weather”
On That Thursday Feeling
I have a migraine. I hate it. I have a nasty cough, phlegmy sinuses, and bronchial passages that feel clogged. I hate it. I’m feeling a bit miserable right now. *sigh* So, what about you? Life treating you well? Doing better than me, at least?
On Godhood and Other Random Hits
I am no mere Excel guru. I am an Excel god. Look upon ye mighty spreadsheet in despair! ‘Tis nobler to reign in Excel than serve in heaven! Excel! I had a project dropped in my lap today. A project that should have been done weeks ago. A project that involved taking a very largeContinue reading “On Godhood and Other Random Hits”
On Lugging Around Metal
Sometimes the change machine at the subway terminal drives me crazy. This was one of those days. About once a week I’ll use a twenty dollar bill in the machine. The change comes back as dollar coins. Then, I use the dollar coins to pay my fare the following few days. I put in theContinue reading “On Lugging Around Metal”
On Mental Mush
My brain feels like mush. Headache. Sleepy. Mush. * * * * * Today is Thursday? I don’t pretend to understand. The week’s gone by in a blur. The days have blended together. I blame the mush. * * * * * I picked up a book over the weekend. I knew, before I boughtContinue reading “On Mental Mush”
On Life Annoyances
I have a poison ivy rash on my wrist. It itches. Oh, does it itch. It itches bad. It itches so bad. Is that grammatically correct? I think not… Itch! I hate itch. Blech.
On Hitting The Jackpot
“What’d you do?” he asked. “Hit the jackpot?” I was standing at the fare machine in the subway terminal. Coins rattled in the machine, falling in the change cup. I looked to my right. A kid, maybe twenty-two, had asked the question. It was an obvious question — the fare machine sounded like a slotContinue reading “On Hitting The Jackpot”
On Today’s Public Transportation Discovery
I had a cannister full of nickels at home. There’s a problem when you have a change jar; it’s that if you don’t spend it, change can be really difficult to get rid of. Hence, a cannister full of nickels. And some dimes. Plus the occasional quarter. I decided this morning that while it’s allContinue reading “On Today’s Public Transportation Discovery”
On that Friday Feeling
Some days go by in a blur. Some days drag horribly. Today felt like one of the latter. It began with the alarm going off. I’ve never been much of a morning person, and I had one of those “Aww, do I have to get out of bed?” mornings. I adjusted my wake-up time byContinue reading “On that Friday Feeling”