
John Glenn once said, "Second comes right after first!" Apparently he has never had to deal with UPS...
Good things happen to bad people.

I read the Psychopath's Bible, a book that teaches you how to be "extreme." Despite the author's assertions, becoming detached from other people does not have happiness as a cause, nor does such power lead to pleasure. Although one point hit close to home, given that they have no idea who they are dealing with at work: "The psychopath must be able to act as if he is socialized while, at the same time, quietly observing and acting from a position of social indifference."
Man it's great knowing older (than me) people who know what they're talking about and have been through it before. Thanks for your e-mail; it was a big comfort.
The fish came. I was taking out the trash at the exact moment the clueless DHL guy was trying to deliver them to the medical plaza next door (which for no reason has the same building number as the apartments.)
I had a dream where I got a bunch of cell phone messages, one of which was a chick I hooked up with telling me that I had no decency.
Two people have now told me that "I have often heard you referred to as fascinating, but never ordinary."
As a present to myself for yesterday's news I ordered some fish today. The web store finally got in a Sea Robin in a moment of synchronicity (I've been waiting for weeks for one).
An actual conversation from work yesterday:
I went to McDonald's yesterday (long day at work, too busy to go further) and asked for their chicken sandwich, no mayo.
I came up with the best idea for a novel yesterday, which I might write before Infidel.
I'm going to call the producer this afternoon. I haven't been this nervous about calling someone since I asked out Sheri Hanson in 1994.
When I was in Phoenix in the fall of 2002, I made my hosts take me to all the used books stores. As one of the shopowners commented, the dry climate made for excellent preservation of antiquarian titles. I settled on a copy of Trilby, the Fairy of Argyle as my souvenir. It was a brief 19th Century children's book. Sadly, though the physical book has held up perfectly, the purple text leaves much to be desired.