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Some quotes, because that’s the sort of guy I am:

“It’s reassuring to know that, after everything that’s happened in the past three months, there’s still irrefutable proof that Bush is a dick.” — The Onion, “What Do You Think?”

“It continues to amuse me when $25,000 items have little “Add to Shopping Cart” icons next to them.” — caterina.net

“A coworker sugested to me yesterday that the last sequel to Harry Potter, where he returns to the magic school should be called Welcome Back Potter.” — teambanzai, via e-mail

“If novelists had a real union, we’d get paid to procrastinate. There would be strikes for longer procrastination hours.” — Caitlin R. Kiernan, Low Red Moon Journal

“Nobody thinks it will work, do they?” “No. You just described every great success story.” — Say Anything, which I watched again this weekend, along with Almost Famous and High Fidelity

There are some days, like any day you see a squirrel trying to unsuccessfully climb a tree with an empty jar of peanut butter in its mouth, that you know are going to be a little different than all the rest. Today has been a good day, all things considered. I learned that lemmings do not commit mass suicide. I learned the proper use of a University credit card and was given one with which to test my knowledge. I learned that my friend Sharon has started updating her weblog again. I cancelled an interview for a job I wasn’t sure I wanted, and an hour later I was asked if I would like to interview for a different job somewhere else. I decided I’m taking this Friday off, finished addressing the last of my Christmas cards (I realize they will be late), had a decent lunch, and saw a squirrel trying to climb a tree with an empty jar of peanut butter in its mouth. Some days are weird, but they’re worth the price of admission.

Last night, quite unexpectedly, my cable modem started working again. Just like that. No more blinking lights, no more refused connections, no more error messages to prompt a wasted hour on the phone with AT&T. After seventeen days without an internet connection (minus what I have at work and the dial-up that arrived sometime Friday afternoon), I can wash my hands of them. My account is now owned by Adelphia. AT&T never told me this of course, would not even admit they were negotiating a deal, but the local paper reported it yesterday, and someone told me about it at lunch. And when I got home, my modem was working. AT&T’s phone number no longer worked, and Adelphia’s phone number welcomed their new custormers in State College, Pennsylvania. I should receive a check from AT&T in about eight weeks paying me two days credit for each day of interrupted service.

And, as an added bonus, my plush Rabbit with Big Pointy Teeth arrived at my door yesterday. It’s a wonderfully silly thing. I am quite pleased.

From Xenocide by Orson Scott Card: