Friday, August 30, 2002

"He who juggles a cat, also juggles its fleas."

Or, in my case, flies. A few weeks ago I had a plague of flies in my house--large, nasty, slow-moving flies. You know I am highly adverse to killing things; the thought of mashing a bug brings unbidden to my mind thoughts of "What about his bug family? What did this bug ever really do to deserve squashing, other than being born a bug in the first place?" and by the time I'm finished the bug has crawled off anyway. I've lived and let live like this for a long time. But the plague of flies has transformed me. Two weeks ago I spent a couple days laying savagely about with a flyswatter, shouting, "Take that, you little bastards!" until I'd killed them all. I felt guilty, but at least the horror was over.

Last night I noticed four--no, six--maybe a dozen--small flies collaborating in the kitchen. I swear to god, it's like I'm living in freakin' Amityville....

Thursday, August 29, 2002

Hmm. Should I be bothered by the fact that blogger has no option for "Indiana time" in its preferences? My postings are being tagged with times from the eastern zone (which as you all know I'm a part of) but since we don't go on Daylight Savings here, the times are an hour off. Should I lie, and say I'm in the Central Zone? Should I suffer, knowing that this blog is an hour in my future at all times (at least until October?) Hmm....actually that's sort of cool....
"Open your door to a good day, and prepare yourself for a bad one."

I had two emails in my inbox this morning. One was a reply to my inquiry to about a job application I sent in over a month ago, for a position still listed as "open" on their web site. The email informed me, politely, that all positions for their Indianapolis store have been filled. So that's that. The other email was from, advertising their "Pansy Spectacular Sale."

So which one sets my tone for the day? Dashed hopes of regular employment and a discounted iBook? Or masses of colorful flowers?

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

Yes, the day I said would never come, came.
I realized that I am just too darn lazy to keep updating the essays on my own site (The Lion's Den) regularly. So this will be my tiny, daily effort to remind the universe that I'm still here. And I still don't have a job. Not that there's anything wrong with that.