Mea culpa

Can't believe I missed odhierre's birthday. Happy belateds, sir.

Happy Anniversary to Me, sorta

Today marks my five-year service anniversary as an employee of The Company That Shall Not Be Named But It Rhymes With Schmerizon. Whoopee-doodle; just in time to get drop-kicked. Actually, it's a significant date, in that I'm now vested, i.e. Ivan Seidenberg and His Minions of Evil (I'm going to start a band and call it that) can't touch my pension. Just step the back up, O money-grubbing corporate whores! It's minemineminemine! Plus, I get a token of the corporate masters' appreciation, which has already been selected and delivered: I chose the pup tent, because the elder wee one has been begging to go camping in the backyard for years now. Now if only we can get a weekend where I don't have to work and the weather doesn't require the construction of an ark...

Equus, son of Neckwis, son of Peckwis...

Am I the only one here who's amused by the fact that the doctor who was charged with performing unnecessary eye surgery on tonight's "Law and Order: Criminal Intent" was named Dysart?

Sometimes, obscure knowledge can be a disease.