working with the Past *and* the Future

The team I manage is made of time travellers. Two of its members are one hour into my Past, what with my being in New Mexico and them in the Bay Area. The third person is so much farther west, twelve hours away from them, that he is eleven hours into my Future.

Maybe we should call ourselves the Tic-Toc Team.

Thunderbirds are no-go

“Their components are not allowed inside the event zone,” Andrea Davis, spokesperson for the Tampa Police Department, told the Tampa Bay Times. “Also their heads have been used to hide weapons and other matter, fecal matter.”

My many thanks to Mary Robinette Kowal for bringing to our attention why puppets won't be allowed within the Republican Convention.

no girls in the tree house

"You trouble me like women."
- Auda to Lawrence & Sheik Ali

nearly incommunicado

I was quite surprised when I got in to work at 6:00am yesterday and found that they now block the access to all of the internet's social sites and blogs. I can't get into my personal email either. Maybe it's a security measure, but, if their goal was to force us into greater productivity, work ten hours straight without any downtime, even for a couple of minutes every hour, and see how long that productivity will last. Oh well... I still have my BlackBerry to go to FaceBook, but that's it. And there are plenty of stories begging for my peepers, and I'll heed their cries when my brain starts trying to escape from my skull.