Ever since Stevie cheated me out of a hot air balloon ride in summer 2000 (I remember the date, but I don’t hold a grudge), I have waited for the day.

If it gets cancelled tomorrow, I shall be destroyed. The stakes are high 😉

Forgot that IBM owed me SEK 4.000 (US$530), so that was a nice treat…especially since I only had 2000 to last me for two weeks. Not that I would have been starting without it, but it now means that I don’t have to dip into my US funds to live for the next couple of weeks.

Yay me! Time to spend it all on booze (joking…kind of)

Dear Mary Beth,

What a treat it is to receive a message from you twice a month asking for campaign contributions. I duly note that with each passing month, parting with my cash is “more critical than ever before.” So you can imagine the sheer euphoria when not only do I get your message from your automatically-generated e-mail processing machine, but when I get the same exact message with different borders and formatting from the DNC website as well.

Having gladly contributed in the past (several times), I can appreicate that presidential campaigns are now a billion-dollar industry. However, the e-mail overload hasn’t energized my comment; rather it is curbed my enthusiam.

Since your systems are not able to seperate out requests for political contributions from general information updates, offer alternatives ways to make an non-monetary impact, and just send too many messages asking for money, I have decided to remove myself from the DNC and Kerry-Edwards mailing list.

I am sure me and my limited contributions don’t make much of a difference, as your team has probably learned from spammers that the responses usually justify the financial outlays. But I’d like to think that a little more focus on encouraging non-financial activism would have resulted in financial activism by default (how many times have people said “well I cannot volunteer personally, but this contribution ought to cover it…”?)

So while you have my support, you won’t see anymore of my money until you begin to practise responsible e-mail practises. Go Kerry.

Most Annoyed,

Rodney

Today begins the audit. Last week was really crappy in terms of time taken for audit prep, so I am hoping that now that they are on-site, I will have respite for a few days to get some other tasks done.

Let the good times roll

I was naughty today. I had McD’s for lunch. I can’t walk past it w\out being drawn to it. I ate there because I felt fat today, which is the worst reason to eat there. But I fixed that easily.

In an effort to justify my Palm Tungsten T to myself, I also bought a diet tracking proqram. Really because I want to see what I eat every day and compare it to the ideal. So after only 2 days, I have a good idea of what foods to reduce and increase.

Seeing the numbers converted into graphs drives the point home. When even the Palm Pilot tells you’re fat (I didn’t know it could talk), it is time to hit the gym.

still at the Migration Board. And today is “Bring A Baby” Day. Even if it is not yours. Wah.

Well, I am at the MigrationSverket. Also known as the Migration Board. I am here because I have to get my passport stampedwith my work and residence permit for the next year. In the waiting area are 3 categories of people:
1. They are looking for permanent resident status.
2. They are EEC citizens
3. Other

Now because of Murphy’s Law, I am in group 3. This group ranges from the sinple needs like mine (I just need the visa placed into my passport), the the ridiculously complex (an obscenely obese man who wants to register his mail order bride and can’t understand their reluctance when he doesn’t even know her age).

But WTF, it isn’t I don’t have anything else to do.