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Thursday, November 06, 2003
Must . . . Resist . . . ‘Blog Urges . . . GAH! In an effort convert my vast / expansive / voluminous workload into billable time, I’ve been really (really) trying to stay busy. With work. So, that’s where I’ve been . . . in the land ruled by methyl tertiary-butyl ether plumes and co-solvent flushing and remediation systems and quarterly sampling.* I hope to continue marveling you all with my witticisms and gut-wrenching tales but, for now, you’ll have to make due with this guy. Or her. Have a drink. Find a makeout friend. Or do some exercise between writing papers on literary theorists. --------------- I just Fed Ex’d off materials for my band to be included in the SXSW Music Festival. (File that one under “Futility.”) In a few months, we’ll all look back and laugh. --------------- I’m arachnophobic. Just so ya know. But I’ve made peace with the spiders. Most of the time, I won’t kill them . . . unless they’re over 1 inch across and inside the house. Then I throw something heavy at them and hope for the best. There was a little, reddish spider in the bathroom sink this morning. He was just walking back and forth in the bottom of the sink, making no effort to hide amongst the wasteland of toiletry items strewn around the sink and on the counter. I gave him ample time to scurry away, but he just kept walking back and forth. When I went to brush my teeth, I turned on the water and he got splashed and curled up into a ball. And I washed his horrible little red ass down the sink. Eight-legged bastard. * How many environmental (hydro)geologists and engineers will read my site after this post? |