2011-02-22:

 [[image:amonth.jpg:How Slow can you Go:center:0]]

As you can see by the red highlighted areas, I did the job for them originally on the 23rd of December. Actually, it was on the 15th, but who's counting? It then took them a month to actually issue me the check. Which I got, today. Look at your calendar. What's the date? Right, 2/22, in other words, more then a month this check has sat around waiting to be sent to me. Is this really the way you guys run your business?

Next up, sometimes taking Garfield away from a Garfield comic makes it edgy or humorous in a different way then the artist intended. Sometimes, it changes nothing.

[[image:shelikesme.png:Talking to himself:center:0]]

He's just talking to himself. The comic loses nothing. But at other times, one can't help but think, is John perhaps waiting for divine inspiration? Perhaps he too is "waiting for Godot" 

[[image:impressliz.png:God answers?:center:0]]

Or perhaps Godot...  I mean, The Divine is saying here, there's nothing you can do, John. She is impressed with you, or she is not. To be oneself, that is the one and only thing you can do to impress. For without yourself, what have you?

Is it not so?

Is it also not so that some work was accomplished today? Indeed, for in the morning at 9:30, three machines (I had been told two) were cleaned out and made ready for their journey down time's river. They are all PCs, so I expect them to capsize more often then not. But that is their lot, and must be accepted. It is also accepted that I will laugh derisively at them, thus: HAHA.

Next was the odd "input not supported" message at York, which as I feared was a monitor issue. More specifically, the Wyse box not sending the right information to the monitor so it could be used. I tried a nearby CRT monitor, but was again stymied. It was not until I learned that pressing the G key while the unit booted would put it back into the default state, a fact I learned not from the manual I found online (as there was no such beast on the company website) but from a google search, as is proper. 

Thus I came home, and I found it to be nearly 5:00 with scarce a meaningful accomplishment to my name. I didn't even play Pokemon that long, I guess there were very interesting stories to read when I checked my daily websites. Ah well. At the time of this writing, I have all of one phone call, a person that needs to download openoffice. Humph. Well, perhaps this evening will reveal greater truths to me then ever before, but now, I got to eat dinner.

I considered changing the above line to be more grammatical, but decided it was a more poignant social commentary to leave it as it was originally typed, what with the breakdown of society caused by violent video games or texting, whatever parent groups are after currently. 

Oh yes, part of the time was spent trying to catch a chipmunk, which has so far eluded me and disappeared somewhere. Sorry little one!

And the game continues! How hard is it to catch one tiny chipmunk? In this house, quite. I steadily eliminated every possible thing he could squeeze under, then blocking off the room in sections so he couldn't get from one area to another, only to have him, what? Teleport? away. He's just gone. The barrier is in place, there's nowhere he could hide. But he has yet to be found! I've even set Squeaker loose, and no luck there either. I guess speed and size win out over brains, as I do claim to have some, though it has yet to be proven conclusively. 

Bah, enough pseudo intellectualism, I have calls to not make. Good luck little chipper I tried and tried to save you, but you mistook my kindness for aggression, now your fate is in the hands of the cat gods.