Ah, nothing better than holiday work shifts when your boss is on vacation. Come in 20 minutes late? No problem! Now that I’ve got a laser printer, I’ve rededicated myself to a more organized life, starting out with the massive printed To Do list I’ve got sitting at my right side.

Belated Lord of the Rings thought: Was I the only one who found it a tad unconvincing that this merry band of nine warriors kept running into armies of 10,000 orcs — and I mean nasty, ill-tempered orcs, not the kind of orc you’d invite over for Christmas dinner — but always seemed to emerge unscathed? That the body count was always 10,000 dead orcs in one corner vs. a couple of scratches, boo-boos, and owies in the other? Even the shrimpy little hobbits, whose asses I could no doubt have soundly kicked, managed to fend off constant waves of orcishness?

26 December 2001

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