Weekend

Saturday night: went to Dad's place for dinner with old friends who we haven't seen in a while: Steve and Sue. Steve described how he had left a recent job. He had given his month's notice, but had decided that he couldn't be arsed hanging around that long. He turned to a cow-orker and bet him that he (Steve) would be fired by lunchtime. Then Steve sent an email, company-wide, describing exactly what he thought of the company and its management. One quote was "This company strives for mediocrity, and consistantly fails to achieve it." Steve was wrong. He wasn't fired by lunchtime, it took until 16:30.

Sunday night: had usuakari and tooticky over for dinner. After Mim's Stroganov I brought out a printout of The Eye of the Argon. I think I broke Tooticky. "the dull red Emerald," "escaping life fluid," "her lithe, opaque nose," etc., etc. Even Usuakari ended up giggling into the table.