Friday : 10 March 2006
On the whole, it’s been a good day.

Work was good. We had a two-hour meeting this morning. *urk* It was informative… but a little on the “dry” side. I didn’t have my Palm Pilot or my pencil and clipboard, so I didn’t have anything on hand to distract/entertain myself. About an hour-and-a-half into it, I started nodding off. After the meeting broke up, some of my team decided to go out for lunch. For the first time in a few months, I went with them. I figured that I deserved it after sitting through the meeting.

As we pulled into a parking space, a couple of women came around the truck that was parked in the next spot. After making apologetic gestures for almost walking blindly through/into the spot, they started pointing into the car and smiling. They then walked towards The Italian Place, on the other side of the lot. John, who was driving, looked at me and asked if they were friends of mine. I told him no and that I was on the verge of asking him the same question. He said no. We shrugged it off and went into the Yamato.

After lunch, we walked back to the car. There was something in the passenger window of the door where I had been sitting: It was a business card. On the back, it simply said “Your are hot.” (Yes, ‘your,’ not “you.”) *sigh* This got me a bit of ribbing from the guys. The fact that the ladies weren’t… the most aesthetically pleasing… didn’t help any. That kind of offset any ego boost that there might have been.

Post-work, I hung out at Borders before Clitorati. I did some drawing. I’m happy with the way a sketch I did turned out, but not quite as pleased with an attempt at a more detailed drawing went. I should go back and work on it again or use it as a reference and try a new, larger version. Tonight’s Clitorati gathering was small, compared to the past few weeks’ gatherings. I read Superman: Birthright, a retelling/revisioning of the years between Clark Kent leaving Smallville and his first weeks/months in Metropolis. Good story.

As mentioned in ‘s post, I had a complete brain failure while she and I were having our weekly crossword race: One of the clues was “Audience participation segment.” The letters were Q A N _ A The missing letter was either a “D” or a “T,” but I couldn’t figure out what the hell a “qanda” or a “qanta.” The idea that the answer was “Q and A” never crossed my mind. Yep… I’m a genius!

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Namaste.