When I was small, I could not abide a certain song. I believe the title might be "Over the Hills and Far Away". Mother Duck's little ducklings go out, over the hills and far away, but when she quacks for them to come home, one less than went out come back. Eventually only one goes out, and one comes back. So Sad Mother Duck goes out after them, over the hills and far away, and quacks, and lo and behold, she's re-united with her ducklings!
I was the kind of child who would scare myself by thinking about the concept of infinite space and time. I knew that the song was a metaphor for death. The song disturbed me, and disturbed me very much, and the fact that Mother Duck was re-united with her ducklings at the end of it did nothing to change my opinion of it. Clearly, Mother Duck was dead as well.
I wish I could remember how old I was at this point in time. I know I must have been fairly small.
New violently pink cloak is warm. Wearing it to work today will astound a maximum number of co-workers.
Tea in the morning is a very civilized habit. The cup Mama sent me is nearly identical to the one broken last year.
I do not appreciate being lied to by my co-workers. I had succinct commentary. I think I mind professional lies most.
Doing the Dread Project, with xcopy a:\ c:\TEMP\Discs\###\ /c /f /i /e /r
This seems to be doing the trick quite nicely. I just ran into a whole box of blank disks. I have the Cute Desk Guy tapped to help me write labels, which is the worst part of it all, I think.
I could be doing this in a slightly more geeky fashion, but I'd be hard-pressed to be having a much easier time of it. Typed it out in full the first time, and now I'm doing up-arrow, using the back arrow, manually incrementing the directory name by one when the previous disk was not blank, and trying to re-label the directory with a slightly more descriptive name when one's available, but preserving the numbering.
This could be a hell of a lot worse. As it is, I seem to have it down to a science. And thank goodness for pre-written number labels. I was doing that in some of my downtime in the bullpen, and I got the Cute Desk Guy to doing it. Whee!
I have xcopy echoing the filenames as it copies them, so I get to get an idea of what's on the thing to summarize it if there's no label.
I could be doing many, many worse things. I rather like this assignment, now that the headache's gone out of it and I'm not mousing all over the place. Yowza, that's a lot of files on this one!
While on vacation, I got myself some Republic of Tea vanilla almond tea, which is delighting me extremely much. It smells like one of my favorite perfumes, in fact, and tastes good to boot. I think it's the "One Love" perfume that the Cute Chick Monitor liked so much.
I've been drinking what seems to be endless cups of this at work, and I am starting to feel like the caffiene is sneaking up on me. I also ordered out with the rest of the bullpen, and that came with Dr. Pepper. More caffieney goodness.
I'm listening to Pandora. I used to have a mix tape that I called "Finest Worktape", because it was first of all good music for me to work to (usually art projects) and second of all it started off with R.E.M.'s "Finest Worksong". I seeded Pandora with this song, and am calling the resulting mix "Finest Workstation."
(It's a horrible pun. I had to.)
With any luck, it'll be good, hard-driving clean music that perks me up and keeps me on task at desk.