People who count their chickens before they hatch act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly, it's impossible to count them accurately.

My first real non-work work day.

It’s pouring rain and I am happily ensconced in bed with my cat, my laptop, and my APA manual, editing a dissertation chapter, and sending out a few invoices, and fitting in PTA duties among the paying tasks.

Next, I must spend some time fighting with the new version of Microsoft Word. I hate Microsoft. I DESPISE Microsoft. The interface for Word 2007 is completely non-intuitive. I can’t find several features I absolutely rely on, and mostly, I hate that Microsoft has appropriated XML, which is inherently structured to be non-proprietary, and created this monster of Microsoft-XML proprietorship. Damn Bill Gates. I don’t care how many small children from Third World nations he pays to have inoculated; he’s a power-hungry, control-freak, raging pain in the ass.

I offer you this in lieu of actual content (courtesy of Sarah Louise, who turned me on to Savage Chickens):


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* Oscar Wilde