Channeling my inner Dieter. Oh God, do people even remember that sketch? Sprockets? Am I talking to a wall?
It’s been bitterly cold in the Bay for no good reason. But at least the rain’s stopped. I had thought that I was over turtlenecks after grade school (my mother had an almost religious dedication to outfitting me in them), but I can’t help it if I really like nerdy looking clothing.
I finally figured out how to use the new camera at work to take pictures (i.e. resting it on a stamp pad), so I guess there’ll be more of these now. Unless I have to read another six books of the The Aeneid. Which I do.
And I’m not scowling or anything, just tired and cold.