Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Nine simple words...
Yet ones that should strike fear into your very soul--"Would you sit in on a meeting with me?"
::sigh:: IN addition to the stupifying meeting of the morning, I had just gotten back and was about to engage in a little bloggery when I got shanghaied into yet ANOTHER stupifying meeting, made even more burdensome by the fact that a) it was already full of people falling all over themselves to show their prowess in other people's field of expertise, b) it was already full of people for whom economy of speech is an entirely foreign concept. Leading to Situation X, in which I sit in a chair on the wall and fight lapsing into a coma. With only marginal success.
After thirty minutes, everything has been said that can be said. This didn't stop the meeting from going on another thirty minutes.
I hate meetings like that.
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