Let's do a list, shall we?

Today I:

• Was given second-hand praise up and down about the fantastic job I've been doing in my new department.
• Got more e-mail than I can remember receiving on a single day in years, mostly in shock that I do, in fact, own a set of male genetalia.
• Heard from someone I desperately wanted to drag into a dark alley and have my way with, but was too shy to come out and say it outright; letting me know that he was also a terribly polite person except when he's not. (Damnit.)
• Ascertained that my officemate is probably gay.
• Probably talked someone out of pursuing a course of action that would make him look like some sort of corporate spy. (To my knowledge; he's not, he's just over-eager.)
• Realized that a couple of other guys in my former department would most likely be willing to beat the crap out of someone who cursed profusely at my niece during an office conversation. (It warms the cockles of my heart, it does.)
• Ordered 1,000 coasters.
• Realized that Albuterol makes me loopy. (People ask why I don't do drugs. Part of the reason is that everyday medication can knock me off my feet. I don't want to know what I'd do on something stronger.)
• Had to explain to Tamra that comparing her to Emma Peel on The Avengers (the series, not the movie) was, in fact, a compliment.
• Had a fire drill!
• Was promised to be informed of free cookies by the catering woman. (Probably the biggest accomplishment of the day.)
• Learned my lines by typing them out three times in a row.
• Left a comment on a message board just before leaving for rehearsal that seemingly pissed off half the state of Texas, and many other parts of the South.
• Listened to a 45-minute exchange with the Dullest Salesperson on Earth and the Most Patient Customer on Earth discuss cell phone plans. (Laurie and I had to physically turn away whenever he'd start another sentence, because he had no modulation to his voice whatsoever.)
• Got to rehearsal and realized that I hadn't learned all my lines after all, but I knew everybody else's.
• Then realized that I only knew my lines when I was doing my blocking. Apparently, I'm a kinesthetic learner. I think I'll learn German by building words out of Popsicle sticks.
• Learned the hard way that when your oxygen level is low, singing along with Duncan Sheik in the car can make you dizzy.
• Got home and apologized to the state of Texas (and the rest of the South) for posting something that could have been interpreted as saying that I thought Massachusetts was somehow morally superior to their state(s). It's not what I intended, but then again, I'm usually too busy cheering for the Sox, being intellectually elitist and raising my own taxes to notice.
• Realized that Trooper is, indeed, trying to come back to life through Skottie. Skottie doesn't seem to mind.
• Had a hilarious conversation with Laurie that cannot be repeated because it would offend many more people than the state of Texas could hold.
• Heard "Cool Places" by Sparks and Jane Weidlin on Retro-Active and found out that it's on (of all things) the Valley Girl soundtrack. Well, golly. If I'd made even a half-assed effort to find what's possibly the silliest song of the 80s, I would have been rocking to it for years by now.
• Considered moving my air conditioner back into my room, but thought better of it, since it's only April and I ran it until mid-November of last year.
• Got a picture of my friend Eric that I might just turn into my desktop wallpaper.
• Wrote a filthy e-mail to someone, but saved it in "drafts" so that I can send it when this person is at work.

That just about sums it up. I could write in detail about any one of those subjects (except the cookies, that's pretty much a simple affair), but it's now 2:05am and I'm well past my bedtime.

I will post a couple of pictures I've taken recently that had no place in the latest entries. I know you've all been just aching for more amateur photography in your lives. I'll call this my "blurry period."

Ready, set... (Skottie cannot stay in one place when he's waiting to chase a ball.)

Go! (Skottie in action.)

Buddy Glow Ball. (That's what it's called; I didn't make it up.) The best way to photograph a black dog at night with the lights turned off.

Buddy Glow Ball in action. I don't know why it turns red when it's photographed bouncing. Maybe we have poltergeists.

The surest sign of Spring: The duck couple that comes to swim on our pool cover. The male is gorgeous, but the angle was wrong when I got close enough to snap a photo.

What happened when I tried to take a second picture. (Evidently, I'm not sneaky.)

Good night, Texas!