Tropic of... what? Pisces? Is that the fish one? When does that start?

I've been saying for years that I was going to have a tropical themed party in February, and I've never managed to get my proverbial lime in one coconut to get the idea off the ground. That ends tomorrow. Or, in 20 hours, to be more precise. The night will be spent slicing pork products and marinating shrimp skewers, after a trip to the grocery store for Various Fruits. People eat fruit, right? 'Sgot vitamins. Party starts at 3pm; you're gonna need some sugar in your blood if you want to keep the party going to a respectable hour. Eat the damn fruit.

Work has become even more of a tedious, lucrative blur than usual the past few weeks. They tell me they anticipate employees in my position having more free time in the future, and they'll be assigning us "coaching" to do, which basically means listening to other people do their jobs and telling them how to do it better. I'm not complaining or anything, but I really like saying, "I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job or anything…" and it seems like that will make that sentence harder to utter with a straight face. I ain't mad. I wasn't that attached to my straight face.

I got a raise this week. Ask me what I'm going to do with an extra $0.36 per hour…

You might be asking, "Dan! Multiple blog posts in one week? From whence the sudden burst of literary ambition?" I guess the short answer is that telling short old stories to new people made me remember that my old blog existed, which in turn reminded me that my new blog exists. I think the last post on my Live Journal that wasn't a Russian Spambot was from Ian telling me that if I wasn't going to update my blog anymore, I was supposed to call him weekly with stories, and I seem to have missed a few hundred weeks.

I also don't really have stories, but an afternoon reading my Live Journal suggests the possibility that I never really DID have exceptionally interesting stories. The amount of time I devoted to writing about tacos and naps in 2003 is downright astounding.

There are 40s in the long-term forecast. There's every reason to believe we're all going to get out of this winter alive, but you should come to my party just in case.