in which I write about stuff
it’s too damn hot to cook, but by the time I feel cool enough to venture into the kitchen, it’s way nighttime. then again, I’m sort of hungry, and if I don’t cook this chicken, it’s gonna go bad. that was probably more than you wanted to know.
today I’m afraid my list of regrets would not be as funny as Kat’s. so go read hers.
it seems vaguely ironic that I should end up in a field where ampersands are so important. (this is meaningful to those who have heard the story of the great ampersand disaster of ’96. let’s just say that find and replace is not always our friend.)
I’ve not been online much this weekend…either (a) helping C, whose back went out (where do backs go, when they go out?) on Wednesday, (b) lolling about in the sun (yes, with 30+ spf sunscreen and a hat) or (c) sleeping. I do have lots of projects in mind, though; maybe when it’s not so [...]