Today, I am bored with the web.

Hat's off to Mr. Hot Shit™ for quitting his job yesterday. I'm not one to advocate just walking out but sometimes, people are so shitty that it's necessary. This was one of those times.

Recently, I broke the iMac in my office. Not sure how, but it wasn't working at all. So I headed to the lab (which, after the layoffs, seems more like a moseleum) to look for the OS software. I had a hard time finding the software, it eventually took a tall guy to find it on top of a tall-ass cabinet. But--I found some free Altoids. Woo hoo!

brig found this truly amazing link. Well said and here's to you, sir!

Depending on where you are in your job search, sometimes people say the word 'recruiter' with great disdain, as in "Ugh! I got a call from a recruiter today." but as the search goes on, the word seems a lot more promising. I'm not sure how I'm pronouncing it today.

Okay, so I'm thinking that even though it's novel and all to go out with my co-workers for lunch and drink beer, coming back to work and having to wait until I'm sober again is kind of a bad thing.

Lately, my whole life seems to be in a state of flux (not flax, flux). Everything from where I'm going to live to where I'm going to work, to what I think and feel about things that I used to take for granted. And it's all happening so fast that I have no choice but to sit back and watch, hoping that sometime Iater, I'll have the chance to sort it all out.

Yes, we signed a lease with our newly-crowned Evil Landlord. But it's for way too much money so we're scrambling to buy a house (or lovely townhouse) of our own. Never in my life did I dream that my "starter home" would be at least $350,000.

Who knew that laying logs was such a hot topic?

Since I know that Mr. Hot Shit reads my blog more often than he checks email: Hey Mr. Hot Shit!! Call me at home tonight before you do something rash. Then do something rash (like quitting your stupid-ass way-too-hard-on-you and those-assholes-ask-way-too-much-of-you job.

Brilliant observations from strangers about my dogs today:

Those dogs are old.
I thought beagles were much smaller than that. (Alice weighs 18.7 pounds and stands 12 inches tall. How much smaller can you get?)
That one (meaning Ellie) has cloudy eyes.
This one (again Ellie) doesn't like being petted. (No kidding, someone used to beat her)

Alice is totally in tune with my moods, something I often forget but am reminded of when I'm uncomfortable and she starts whining.

Looking for a great place to get vitamins? Vitamins.com is not it. I ordered some stuff on the 19th, it hasn't shipped yet, nor did they bother to tell me. Classy.

The EllieCam is now the Ellie and Alice cam.

Yesterday when I was walking my 2 dogs and our neighbor's dog, a man on a bicycle said to me "3 dogs." I said "yes, 2 points for you!"

I just realized that chipshot looks an awful lot like beyond did 2 years ago. Gee, why is that?

Given that Ellie is slipping away from us, a little more each day, we've decided to celebrate her birthday on her 1/2 birthday, October 1. Not that we really know her birthday since she was found wandering the streets of San Leandro in March, but April 1 was the day we picked her up so there ya go, instant birthday!

It's true, I have nothing to say today.