Not dead.
Where Time goes to die.
Wellllll now...it's been almost a month since my last post. How's everyone been? Is anyone still checking in? .......Anyone?
Hellooooooooo......
Been BUSY. I've never been so busy. Doing what, I'm not entirely sure - just working and going home and doing stuff there. Nothing out of the ordinary - haven't even had a transcription job in months. Miss the extra cash, but not terribly. Certainly don't miss spending lunch hours, evenings, and weekends listening to other people's mumblings and stupidity.
Christ, interacting with people is bad enough without having the human voice yaddering directly into my ear canal.
Let's look at some art. Here's William Blake's The Ghost of a Flea, 1819-1820.

Harrumph. One of our Bill's nightmare visions, it appears. What's in the basket, and what's he doing with his right hand? Looks like he's pulling a wedgie out. Needs to be careful with those nails. Read a biography of Blake a few years back. Don't remember any of it.
Happy Friday everyone. I'm 45 minutes away from a beer, and when the clock strikes 5 I'll be hell for leather to get to it. What's everybody reading? Anything good?





