Guy in the cube next to me just made a little funny about how, now that the Chinese are in space, the next time the Americans go up, they can take their laundry.
I feel a hate crime coming on. Or a hate-that-hate-produced crime. Or something.
Missed the Chicago performance of the Mary Chapin Carpenter, Shawn Colvin, Dar Williams, and Patty Griffin concert that Heather went to in the Sin Cities, I see. My suckage continueth.
But at least I caught the one movie at the Chicago International Film Festival, unlike some folks. True, it was Tamala 2010 and I wanted the hour and a half of my life back at the end (minus maybe 15-20 minutes of sleep, and I never fall asleep at the movies), and was about to jump the producer during the Q&A session afterwards, but. . .
Why am I surfing local Chicago feeds when I should be working?
Um . . .