View From the Bushes

On my desk at work I have a pile of "stuff." Basically, anytime I get something new I toss it on the pile. Like all natural deposits, it has strata, which, all things considered, is not that bad of a filing system. I can generally find what I need, so I've let it grow. It has now reached the point where things I toss on the top of the heap have a tendency to slide off on to the floor. In fact, I worry that the entire thing is structurally unsound and that it may collapse at any moment burying me under thousands of free copies of "InformationWeek" (anyone who works in IT will know what I mean).

I finally got around to fixing the two lights that had caused me to fail my safety inspection. As expected, it wasn't too tough (though I did have to use a vice grip at one point). Then I swung by on my way into work and had them finish it up. So overall pretty painless, though each of the marble-sized lights was $2.50. Of course I also have the misfortune of having yet another car that needs to be registered this month. Everything looked good and then the day before yesterday my wife told me that the check engine light had come on. Hopefully it's nothing, but if history is any indication, be afraid, be very afraid.

In any case the weekend beckons, and I have nothing left to say, but I will point you to a story on Koko the gorilla's nipple fetish which I have been saving for several days to fill just this kind of dead space.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross