Non-sequiturs

No news is damned frustrating.

Life's quiet here; my Job 1 deadline is fast approaching and there's no news from Job 2. For whatever reason, I'm am receiving a lot of grizzly bear related spam e-mail: grizzlies eating agnostics, grizzlies stalking people on MySpace. And my pens keep breaking. It's nice, though, because it gives me a chance in the plethora of meetings I've been stuck in lately to stop, raise my ink stained fingers in surprise, and to make a look like Wile E. Coyote just before the law of gravity kicks in.

I'm out of things to say: so enjoy this Muppets moment instead.

It feels like life.