Silly Stuff

You can keep lowering your expectations, but people will continue living down to much below that level, whatever it is. Sometimes the only thing to do is to have zero expectations. It’s the only way not to be disappointed.

Why would the English language borrow the word première but not the word dernière?

The impending snow storm this weekend will be a good thing. It’ll force me not to spend money I shouldn’t be spending. On the other hand, the latest weather report seems to have backed off on the severity of the storm.

This is why sometimes I wish I were somewhere else. I’m not a fan of the feels-like-single-digit-degree weather. We’re supposed to get some snow today. I like snow; I like it when I choose when I see it, not when it is forced upon me.

My power went out in the wee hours of the morning, and without a back-up alarm not powered by batteries, I was late to work. Damn. It’s self-assessment and annual review time, too.

I’m feeling much better now. I was planning on meeting someone in the city tonight, but I haven’t heard from her and with the weather so bad, I’m not so sure that will be happening. I have no way of getting in touch with her, so it’s up to her to call.

Update: She called and we’re set.

I had a strange dream last night and I need to write it down before I forget more of it.

I entered a large warehouse-store that kind of reminded me of Best Buy. There was definitely a lot of blue. There were many people there, wandering around. There were store workers, or some type of official personnel, going around from customer to customer injecting them with some kind of serum. The purpose of the injection was to get those who were injected to obey some kind of commander.

I had to struggle to avoid being injected myself, and this is where the memory of my dream fades. There was definitely much more to it, and the purpose of everything was realized. I should have written it down when I awoke.

Apparently Google is celebrating a woodland critter Christmas today.

Merry Christmas to all my friends (there are so many of them and I am thankful for every single one) and Merry Christmas to the special people who have disappeared from my life (I miss all of them).

Here is the gingerbread Kama Sutra with recipes and templates. They’re as sexy as cookies can be, I suppose. Merry Christmas!

I stepped out of my car into the drizzle after arriving home. Without being too hopeful, I wondered if I had gotten anything in the mail to make me smile. After trudging over to my mailbox and and reaching inside, I found nothing but an envelope from an unnamed company in Wilmington, Delaware. Another credit offer, undoubtedly. No, there was nothing in my mailbox to make me smile, so I trudged up the steps to my apartment.

To my surprise, there was a box sitting squarely on my welcome mat. As I approached, I could tell that the box was from Amazon.com. Thank you for one of my first presents for the holidays! I certainly smiled, and I’m sure I’ll do more of that while reading the book.