Note to self: staff meetings are boring, but, if you go, you can get you out of doing actual work and — this is the important part — they will give you cookies afterwards.

I always hoped I would find something more constructive to say with my weblog than “man, Hot Pockets suck,” but man, do Hot Pockets suck. From a distance, they almost look edible, but do not be misled. They are not food. They are evil. Evil, I says! I have got to start bringing my lunch to work.

Tuesdays, too. While not as bad as Mondays, I don’t think you should have to commit yourself to the week in earnest until at least three o’clock Wednesday afternoon. There ought to be a law. How about it, Congress?