Bah humbug
So you get up in the morning. It’s a beautiful day. You have a lot of work, but you’re actually looking forward to it. There’s a certain spring in the gait. You speak kindly to the parrot. You decide you really don’t need a third cup of coffee because you’re ready to go. Then, ZAP, the cosmos strikes back. You find yourself pounding the desk, slamming ctrl-alt-delete like it’s the spin wheel on a penny slot machine. You hang up on the tech support guy (not really—we’re not that far into self-inflicted wounds.) You ask for help. All you manage to do is ruin another person’s day. Not so beautiful day in the neighborhood
beautiful day in the neighborhood after all
Perhaps it’s fitting that today’s dead person was a master of cartoons and advertisements that played on theme of darkness, death, and the ugly side of human nature . Bon voyage Lou Myers.
Welcome to the holiday season
We’re off to more practice in writing in the passive voice. “Natas si setag llib.”
