Things that are being an asshole this morning

The mosquito who has announced that Houston’s Season of Misery has officially arrived by breaking into my office, repeatedly attacking me, and WHO WILL NOT DIE.

Netfirms, which is being wonky and won’t let me send mail to David, Mark, and ‘Nathan. You’ll have to wait a little longer for the promised Beowulf memory. Try not to let this provoke you into going on a quest for some Old English monster of your own to rip limb from limb or behead.

You are welcome, however, to direct your wrath at this mosquito.

16 thoughts on “Things that are being an asshole this morning”

  1. Damn you Netfirms! I’m looking forward to reading it.

    My own memories of Beowulf are still fresh, since I read it for the first time in a British Lit class that I took last year. Translating the poem from Middle English is high on my list of memorable college experiences, right up there with learning how to say “Mi nombre es David. ¿Tiene usted una pluma?” and dissecting a fetal pig.

    1. OMG, you are the first person I’ve ever talked to who also had to dissect a fetal pig. The memory of my fetal pig is so lasting that it made it into THE DEAL!

      1. I protested my dissection class. I even did a college talk on it at Chapel Hill University. Ugh. I hated it. We were suppose to dissect cats! can you believe it? Cats!

      2. Ha…I didn’t think you wanted to know. We dissected a fetal pig and a grown cat. (ugh) at least I was gone on a trip when they skinned it. (whew!)

        Thanks for bringing up bad high school memories.

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