More Ponderation

Formulatory escapology.

Found a nice new little coffee shop at lunchtime - teeny place, but friendly, and incredibly fast free wi-fi. And lacking the mummy mafia of Loudon's. Crackin'.

Best management-speak bollocks in an email in a while today. I'm looking into a law-change issue and will be reporting back on that, which basically involves sending an email round a few people. Today I was asked if I could circulate said email with my thoughts a little earlier than originally requested, except I wasn't asked if I could circulate my thoughts, but rather to "socialise your analysis". W. T. F.

In a similar-ish vein, forgot a little gem of Mel logic from the weekend. I'm looking in a drawer in the kitchen for cocktail sticks, but they're not where I think they are. "Which drawer are the cocktail sticks in?" I ask Mel as she passes the open kitchen door, "The other drawer," comes the reply.

We have six drawers in total in the kitchen.

There's that phrase "I'll never understand women", but I don't think we're ever supposed to. The first time a bloke understands some female logic it'll lead to the opening up of the space-time continuum and life as we know it will be irrevocably stretched into multitudinous irreconcilably alternate forms that, in a million years, will be decoded into the simple message of... "Because I said so."

Made cherry brownies tonight for a cycle event of a charidee-stationary round-the-clock nature tomorrow that kicks off at 10am (though my first stint isn't till 2 pm. Then 8pm. Then 2am. Then 8am). Fuel sustenance is a necessity. I gave the other team members a choice of brownies or macaroons, and with the votes 50/50 I'd figured I'd just do both. Then found out I only had eggs enough for one.

Which is ironic after a pleasant bumping-into EcoDad on the way in to work, and a chat about chicken-productivity (and dogs eating raisins and white-tailed eagles).