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the devil is 5 foot 2 and carries a golf umbrella 4/28/2005

hello my lambs. you’ll all be happy to know that i’ve located a much better coffee supplier. the nearest peet’s was pointed out to me by my manager here at gamesplop, who has taken to putting notices in my code that “Megan is a trekkie,” which i think stretches the truth a bit. yes, hugh (nee ‘third of five’) brought more than a few tears to my eye when he uttered the words in his borgy-voice “they do not wish to be assimilated,” but i’ve never been to a trek convention so i think someone may be getting a tad overzealous in his classifications. i guess we take the good with the bad.

onwards. today it’s drizzling a little. i firmly believe that folks from hereabouts can tell the difference between drizzle and cats-and-dogs, seeing as the local passtime seems to be bitching about rain. why, then, did so many people have their brollies out this morning? not that i have anything against the wussies, i just found it strange.

there was, however, one particular breed of wimp i wanted to have wheeled out and shot, the Short Person With Golf Umbrella. those of you over 5′8 will understand where i’m coming from. i nearly lost more eyes than i have, thanks to the little shits.

… sorry, folks, i got nothing this morning. come back this weekend; the movers are coming tomorrow morning, that should make me pretty disagreeable for a while.