Tuesday Blues Day

Yeah, I'm sorry I missed Friday Fun Day and even failed to snag Monday Madness and now my readers are all saying to themselves that maybe that forty million wasn't such a good investment, but I implore you to retain your enthusiasm until the dark cloud of actual work has passed over.

For those who failed to cash in on the interview questions I was posting, you may amuse yourselves by answering these three riddles:

1) What is your Name and what does it Mean?

2) What is your quest? (in life)

3) My second is performed by my first, and, it is thought, a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. What am I?

Tuesday Loose-Day

Tuesday got by me like a snogger in a coat room. Groping at the corners, tight-ill-fitting, clinging. I tried to fight it off. By late morning Tuesday was tired from the effort and sat down on a pile of overcoats to look at me. By now it's asleep. Probably drunk, not like I am. If I'm lucky, I'll lose Tuesday when I leave work and forget entirely what day it is. I have a date on a Tuesday night. And I'll fight anybody who says I don't. I will punch you right in your nose!

Hum a little ditty

Tuesdays, you know, once they start, they just don't stop till it's Saturday or something. So far mine has included two long-distance errands, informing someone they will probably be deported and learning that the handsome flirt from England was detained in his home country because of HIV. What a day. Here's a song you can put on in the background of your workstation and replay (and replay and replay). It's on loop in fact, but it took me four minutes to figure that out. Those clever Japanese!

How have you all been?

Notariety

In passing, and just to be funny, I asked him to notarize my tea bag handle. Then he brought me a piece of notarized toilet paper, which I thought was hilarious. Then he made an official signed document out of my sangria recipe. At the bottom it says, "I acknowledge that the attached recipe, to the best of my knowledge, allows for preparation of a truly delicious Sangria. Further, I sayeth naught." The notarized Sangria to wit.

I love Tuesdays!

Brings Luck

How fortunate am I to have received an ancient Chinese proverb via hexed chain letter in my e-mail? This is truly a momentous ocassion. But instead of sending to twenty of my friends as I was commanded. I'm just going to make you all read it and hope it gets to twenty individuals. I hope you all will take this very seriously and send out twenty copies of your own!

Here we are informed that this Chinese proverb comes from Netherlands. Will wonders never cease!

Ah! Carlos. That morality tale all wrapped up in a little Spaniard! Good thing he changed his mind, huh?

So four days from now I am going to receive my little piece of good luck! Let's see, that's Saturday...

What? One day? Now I'm confused. Is my good luck coming Wednesday or Saturday? Those Chinese-Dutch sure can confuse a person.

Do It Yourself Tuesday

I don't feel like learning anything new today, but if you would include fascinating links or mindbending trivia in the comments section I would be happy to learn about it tomorrow.

Thank you.

Happy Monday, Sunny Tuesday

I have neither time nor interest in writing anything worthy today. Please tune in tomorrow.

Thank You.

Spitting Distance

Ok, so I'm walking in to work, I'm not particularly tired, but I do have a revolutionary crick in my neck. I'm minding my own business and thinking, "Ok, let's get Tuesday out of the way" when I notice the scraggly-bearded guy with the beer belly standing in the doorway to my building. Smoking. Which is fine. I don't particularly care. I mean if he wants to dress in sad sack clothes and hang out in front of buildings downtown he's allowed, right? He's just being him.

I'm enjoying the breeze. I'm walking. He coughs. What's that? Rain? No. It's not rain. It's saliva. I've just been baptised by the fat guy in the doorway thanks to a good head wind.

Yummy.