an interesting conversation I've had twice:

me: (skating)
interlocutor: How'd you get here?
me: I skated.
int.: You brought your skates with you?
me: Yup!
int.: Oh, wait, you're American. Of course you brought your skates.
me: Um, what?
int.: Well, all Americans skate, right?
me: (still in silent "huh?" mode)
int.: Sure! Old people, kids, everyone!

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Apparently my boss here has been describing me as "sporty" and is a bit frightened of me. This makes me giggle. ("Why can't I be 'Sporty But I Have Other Interests Too Spice'?")

This morning's tally:

slugs: seven
drawn bridges: two
peppy old ladies on mopeds: three

Also, a whole roof full of construction workers waved at me and shouted a friendly "goede morgen!"

I want love in the af-ter-noon...

It's kind of fun being time-shifted this many hours. I come in early, write my personal emails, and then, since nobody's up yet on the East Coast, I have several hours of no new email, no new livejournal, and therefore, no good reason to slack off.

(OK, no easily-available time-sensitive excuse to slack off. I always have a reason.)

Anyway, as a result, I get lots of work done in the mornings. Then, when the afternoon rolls around, instead of feeling bogged-down, I feel spritely.

This morning, my boss saw me using a text mailer (yay mutt) and started up a conversation which contained the line:

"You know, I wish [our new ticketing system] had a web interface I could use with my text browser."

Yeeee! I mean, I wish that, too, but I'm having a hard enough time convincing my boss in Lexington that it should be web-enabled at ALL. Did I mention that this system is so mouse-happy, when we introduced it, three of my coworkers had RSI pains within the month?