The rules don't apply to me, but the ruler does.

I don’t have a worldly piece of advice or insight to fulfill my obligation to the countless numbers (two or three of you) who stop by here once a quarter. I do have my fan on while I’m at work, however, and this is leading me to no obvious conclusion about the sate of affairs in the office. I’m currently trying to design an audit control report. There are about 25 various If/Then And/Or statements I’m preparing. It’s not that much fun, except that I enjoy reducing any task to its most rudimentary components. Interchange. For those keeping score, my current portable music selection will allow for 25 days, 21 hours, 34 minutes, and 54 seconds of listening pleasure. Uninterrupted. Unrepentant. There are some people who write on-line journals that I feel I am punished to read. Self-inflicted torment, but it still hurts. People, or really more specifically a person, I keep up on because it drives me to distraction. It’s probably made all the more melodramatic because I am aware of this person in reality, the real world, or the analog blogverse. Not sure what you call it anymore. Can’t stand this person in that reality or this one. Keep torturing self with the bitterness-milked postings. Horrendous. Vile. Puke. Vomit. Gore. Viscera. Balls. That being said, it’s none of you who know who you are. It’s someone who doesn’t. Does that help? OK, geek-front update. There’s a slight possibility I’m going to spend one weekend in the near future watching all six Star Wars movies. I don’t know why, it will make me feel useless, but I think I’m going to do it. But first I need to watch Dune (the motion picture), Dune (the TV series), and Children of Dune (the TV series) back-to-back. [Note: Thanks Sean, for somehow being responsible for this desire, though I know it’s probably a lot more my fault than yours, I just felt like fingering someone else (hahaha) with the responsibility.] On being fingered, there’s nothing quite like being lit with a blow to the head. I hope tonight finds me in a smoke filled room wondering how I got there. I need to figure something out so I can tie three elements that need to be tied together, together so that my story-idea finally gets a little longer in the legs. Well, I can’t think of any more boring thoughts to share with an unrespectable public. You’re very ugly, and I swear that smell wasn’t around before you got here.