"It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar / And it's only a dollar, step right up, it's only a dollar, step right up."
This birthday party on Biscayne Bay is remarkably windy. I had to take off my new fedora for fear of losing it to a manatee.
I am busily weaving webs today, my children. Time is running out.
It's Friday. There are only five days of employment left for 400 of my coworkers. I think this is where the stress meter turns up to 11.
I am no longer the voice of god -- he can go back to speaking for himself now. It's mildly stressful, but still a fun job. I'll miss it.
This is a miracle - a corporate luncheon with food tasty enough to pay for.
I am off to be the Voice of God for a corporate awards ceremony. It's the last time I'll get to do announcing, at least for this company.
not certain he has managed to be a key player in three major projects all completing tomorrow. TGFX.
For reasons best left to the imagination, this may be the first Tweet-up subject to a jihad.
This a fascinating Twitter gathering. I've met an adorable Norwegian hottie, and an adorable Muppet hottie. Plus the usual suspects.