If you knew what that really meant…. It was not an attempt to summon Da Goddess. But my mind is atwitter with the possibilities for its use.

You see, according to this site, pikutara joan means Go to Hell in Basque. I shit you not. Now, salta gamisou.

I was surfing the net earlier for an answer to Da Goddess’s question “What Does The Yellow Light Mean?” and found, among other things, these….

Actual (Yeah, SURE!) Driving Exam Answers (from a Usenet post)
Driving Humor from Butlerwebs.com
Macho Style Driving
The Ultimate Kill (This one’s FUNNY; I almost peed myself!)
California Driving Exam (Joanie, this one’s for you!)
Robert’s Favorite Cabdriver Jokie

Okay, that’s enough. Go away now!

I posted recently about the Nigerian scam letter I’d received. Well, I’ve gotten several more since that time. Always with a different set of circumstances but the same bottom line.

I snarfed this link to the 419 Coalition right from Carol’s blog. It gives detailed instructions on what to do about these silly scam artists and their irksome e-mails.

Yep. Behold the new and improved banner. Well, hopefully. I just wasn’t happy with the stewpid lightning bold. The lines of this circuit drawing incorporate the lines of the side bar and the anarchistic color scheme that is near and dear to my heart: red and black.

You’ve seen those signs everywhere you go in public: “Next Window Please.” At the bank, at the grocery store, at the post office….

I wish I had one for my desk. So I wouldn’t have to directly tell my bosses “Get the Hell Away From Me!” There’s still too much to do, and not enough people (or hands or heads or hours in the day!) to do it. Face it: They’re shoveling it out here faster than I can hide it or throw it away! (Please don’t believe I’m serious about that!)

I went to work with an especially bad attitude today. And it hasn’t diminished, not even with my second cup of coffee. Not even after I’ve had my lunch (leftover chicken, a scrumptious ripe pear, and a “Topo Chico Twist of Lime” sparkling mineral water from the Mexican market near our house).

When I got in this morning there were at least six or seven e-mails from Bossette Number 1. Then Bossette Number 2 came out and needed some work done right away. Fortunately, I got another e-mail from #1 that said “Do [#2's] work first, mine can wait.” With my good sense of humor still intact, I replied, “Great, thanks. This will save me a trip out the window.”

Good news: My vacation is exactly three weeks and 6 days away. And YES, I’m counting.