Got there at last

So, possibly for the first time this month, I'm up to date with my LJ reading! No longer will I lurch frantically after the rest of you, mumbling comments long after the posse has moved on.

Here (in no particular order) are some of the things I might have said if I'd been keeping up:

Happy birthday, gothwalk!

Happy birthday, stellanova!

Happy birthday, oddcellist!

Happy birthday, stephencass!

(What is it with you Virgos and my friends list?)

You awe me, ailbhe, with your book-cataloguing ways. I want to be just like you, but I'm a long way off yet. (Quake, however, niallm - the storm is brewing.)

I salivate, inannajones, at the sight of your new dress patterns. (Must must must take up sewing again.)

My fingers itch, hfnuala, when you tell about your knitting projects. (Must must must knit something soon. Maybe I'll do it in some of the acres and acres of free time I have.)

I said this in a comment, yiskah, but it deserves repeating: congratulations on moving into your new house! May it give you long years of shelf space and happiness.

As for glitzfrau, I'll see you in TWO DAYS - hooray! - so I can say all the stuff then :-)

And to anyone not mentioned by name here, *general waves and smiles*

There. Now I feel properly up to date :-)

Endless afternoon

The universe is laughing at me. Knowing that I am already demotivated at work this week, it has sent The World's Most Mediocre Accordionist to play outside my office window. Seriously. Tuneless, rhythmless riffs that never go anywhere but just wind sickeningly into one another, over and over and round and round and over and over and round and round and over and over again. He was there before I went to lunch, and he's still there now.

There are two hours and forty minutes before I can leave.

Argh! Yowl! Make it stop!

On the plus side:
Power corrupts.
PowerPoint corrupts absolutely.

(You probably saw that months ago, but I hadn't, and it made me chuckle.)