Yesterday at work was a pain. Now the rule seems to be "Everything is AP's fault. Including global warming." We were dressed down for not being psychic.

Me, hanging up the phone: "My God, Suzanne was actually jolly with me! I've never heard anything but rage in her voice before!"
The Raccoon replies: "You think that's strange, I just balanced the check run on the first try!"
Me: "Aren't those two of the signs of the Apocalypse?"
The Raccoon: "I think you're right!"

A few minutes later...

The Raccoon: "Hey, you'll never guess! Thistle (person at work always decrying AP in general and The Raccoon specifically as utterly incompetent) smiled at me!"
Me: "The Third Sign, that's the Third Sign!"
The Raccoon: "Okay, we need to do all of this filing. I'll put it in alphabetical order first."
Me: "But you never put things in alphabetical order! I always...O my God, the Fourth Sign!"

So I just thought that you'd like to know that the world is ending!

Hey, remember what I said the other day about wanting to back the hell off from the journal community? Instead, I am now running Journal L.

Well, not really (it just sounded more dramatic that way), as I'm having nothing to do with the discussion on the list, but someone has to deal with the mechanics of the list and subscription problems, and if we had waited for a volunteer perhaps one of my cats would have evolved enough to do it, but I couldn't count on that happening.

But honestly, I just can't butt out, can I? The funny thing, though, is that I have been taking the unsubs as personally as I do when it's my own list.

And the votes are in! Theoretically, as I am expecting more, but right now Melissa and I are just about tied.

Seventeen sadly deluded people think that next Saturday is the Saturday after next and sixteen really happening people know that next Saturday is this coming Saturday.

A few people put in the caveat that when you get really late in the week, next Saturday moves, but that goes without saying--if it's Friday, next Saturday is not tomorrow.

It seemed to break down regionally, at least with the American people who mentioned their regionality, in that the East coast and midwest people sided with Melissa and the West coast and Southern people sided with me. The Europeans seemed to go with me, too, since the English/Irish/Australians have the useful term "Saturday week" meaning a week from Saturday.

It's "Say Say O Playmate" all over again!

And let me make it clear, since it is now Wednesday, that the Melissa and I had our conversation on Monday, so the question is "When it is Monday, what is next Saturday?"

Today's horoscope:
You dream about a vocational opportunity, but fear risking what you have. Protect your gains, but be open to a chance to change.

One year ago today:
"Dr Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard"!

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