We lie, we cheat, we steal

Summer is slowly fading away. It’s still hot. It’s still humid. But it seems that the intense heat and humidity has given up for a while. This makes me very happy. Every summer I question why I live in DC. Every summer I don’t get an answer. I think, in retrospect, that this was The Summer That Wasn’t. This summer absolutely rocked by leaving only vague memories of extreme heat, malaria, and West Nile virus behind.

In other news, Warren Zevon has inoperable lung cancer, in both lungs. He seems to be taking it in a way that I would expect him to: “I’m okay with it, but it’ll be a drag if I don’t make it till the next James Bond movie comes out,” said Zevon. For more info check this out. The List wishes him as well as he can be given the circumstances.

Painting and home repair… lots of fun. Presently, the Poo Poo Palace is undergoing a bit of a renovation. Chef-in-the-Dungeon Joe is painting his cave. It’s a very nice yellow gold color. Evil-Landlord Ian has been working on his guest bathroom. I had a two hour conference with IBM’s HR department to give an overview of the benefits that they offer their employees. (In case you didn’t see this, IBM is buying Access360.) Well, two hours of HR fun is just a bit too much for me. I muted the speakerphone and started ripping out old bathroom stuff from my guest bathroom: true homeowner multitasking. If anyone would like to help paint, spackle, or rewire the Poo Poo Palace, please let me know.

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