An Unceremonial Exit

I've rewritten the opening sentence of this entry 10 times. I just couldn't get it to come out right. So, I'm just going to spill it. Here goes. I'm taking a sabbatical from Compulsive Analysis.

I wouldn't be so bold as to assume that your day centers on checking to see what I've posted, but my goal was that, on the off chance that you would check, you would find something that made you smile or laugh, or at least, that took you away from your cubicle for a while.

But between work and school, I'm just not finding the time to write quality stuff. So I'm going to take a little break for the semester.

Thanks for reading, and check back with me this summer.

_The_Analyst

Busier Than a One-Armed Paperhanger

I won't say the birthday trip wasn't worth it, but I will say that the onslaught of emails and papers that greeted me when I arrived back at work today will make me seriously question taking anymore time off work between now and D-Day, April 20.

So I'm back in the saddle again, with a moderate case of pre-festival jitters already brewing. These are the days when no one at 620A Mystery Lane gets a good night's sleep.

As you know, I find doggerel poetry to be wonderfully cathartic. Thus,

I remember
Remembering
To Do
More than
I actually
Did.

What's stressing you out? Haiku me. Or limerick me. Whatever...

Two Things

1. The fine folks at Blogger have upgraded, and they keep trying to drag me with them. Apparently, they've released a new version of Blogger that is 1) better? 2)faster? 3)more robust? I don't know. They didn't say. However, they are quite adamant that I must upgrade. They've taken to leaving not-so-subtle hints that I am a loser because I have not upgraded. Consider: when I log in, I must now select between logging into "NEW Blogger" and "Old Blogger." Not "Original Blogger" or "Blogger 1.0." OLD BLOGGER.

AND, "New Blogger" is somehow affiliated with Google (or, in other words, in league with the Devil). And I don't think I have to tell you how I feel about that! (See my senior thesis on Google Library.)

Well, Blogger, I have news for you: I'm still rocking my grey Old Navy sweatshirt from 8th grade and my brown Payless heels from '01, so your insinuations that I'm out of date are falling on deaf ears. I'm not switching. Deal with it.

2. I'm drained. Too much travel. Too much Christmas. Too many emails waiting in inbox. I don't know what to write about. Any suggestions? Anything you'd like me to gripe about? (You know ranting is a hobby of mine.)


Analyze this, Blogger.