Disclaimer: If I am funny today, it is purely by accident. I'm trying very hard to be serious and dull.

I'm becoming more and more convinced that talking to people in person, with very few exceptions, is highly overrated.

I'd like to thank Netflix and the creators of Jericho for rekindling my fears of a nuclear apocalypse. I have to go stockpile some stuff.

Damn Twitter, I'm falling out of love with you. Totally your fault and not at all mine.

Follow up: meeting ended early.

Off to a long meeting. Every few minutes I'm going to lean to the side and wince like I'm letting out something unholy. Should end early.

Coworker holds her nose when passing anyone with any detectable fragrance. (I don't mean strong fragrance either) Yay maturity!

It's 8 degrees this morning, I'm hoping some yetis will come down from the mountains to terrorize the townsfolk. That would be so awesome.

A lot of you seem a bit messed up emotionally. I like you the bestest!

Just voted online for People's Choice Awards. If you click the wrong one, you can't undo, so you're welcome, Gossip Girl.

It's probably time to hold myself to a higher standard, something more than "being a big boy and not crying" (still, I'm proud of that)

Confession: one year, I sampled the vegetarian dishes, even though it was forbidden for non-vegetarians. Yeah, I went a little crazy, what?

On a positive note: our holiday potluck is a celebration of diversity. Diverse food allergies and dietary preferences, but still...diversity

Addendum: Please don't say "Holiday" Party. Holiday means holy day. It's a Winter party. No one can sue us for saying "Winter" right?

Also, please don't refer to it as a "Christmas" Party. Officially, it's a "Holiday" party. No one want a lawsuit for Holiday.

Heard description of a recession scaled-back office party, and it sounded exactly like the party that we have here, every year.

Privacy is becoming a thing of the past, so I am pondering how I will keep using these silly interweb services without a fictive front.

something something caffeine and substance abuse, blah blah blah fictitious public nudity. Fart joke. (just phoning it in today)

Are unprovoked attacks in especially bad taste on Pearl Harbor Day?

When I was a child, Dr. Seuss warned me about the value of stars, but I forgot that lesson for a little while. As always, Thank you Dr. S.