Moonday 1 March 1999
Pic of the day: "It just ain't fair". As I walked home from the bus
stop (ca ten minutes walk) the sun had recently set, and the full
moon was hanging in a sky whose pastel hues varied between
reds and blues. It was beautiful. Whatever may be said about Real
Life (and in particular its glaring lack of a reload option), I must
admit that the graphics can be stunning.
As soon as I come home, I grab my camera and am on my way to capture
the beauty. (I'm talking about the scenery here, not one of the
neighborhood women.) And by then it is to late. The colors have
faded, the moon is small and stark in a darkening sky. There is
still an eerie beauty, but one older and more cynical than the one
I first saw.
Came home to find my (physical) mail box stuffed full of brochures and catalogs. Most of them were crumpled, as if someone had been in haste to get rid of them. I can certainly appreciate that sentiment. I dumped them collectively, unread, in the green paper recycling bin. It is possible to reserve oneself against non-adressed ads in the mail. I don't do that. Every leaflet they stuff down my mailbox is net loss for them, since I don't even read them enough to see who it's from. And I want them to lose that money. In fact, I want them to go out of business. If they don't bother to find out what I want, why should I bother to find out what they want to sell?
As to the workplace, the flooding turned out to have been just drips from a leaking ceiling. It was still a good thing the computer was turned off, though, since some helpful soul (a boss probably) had covered it in tight plastic wrapping, which would guarantee it to overheat and go kaput if it had stayed on. Now that would have been interesting!
In other news, they changed a lot of our postal codes (zip codes, approximately, for our melting pot friends). I've done what I could to limit the damage for our workplace, as poor planning from central management left us somewhat unprepared. OK, that was not news. But it was other.
Also found out that this cute girl at work had been visiting my web site. Well, actually she's not a girl anymore. She's married and stuff. But she's still cute and funny and she can blow up any foolproof program easily. To know that my friends visit my website makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. No, wait, that's my fleece jogging suit.