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i work in a hostile environment. it’s not hostile to anyone else, at least, not usually. just me. don’t believe me? how’s this: i am a tier 2 technical analyst, which, if we are going to continue with the military metaphor, isn’t quite the first wave of infantry (read: cannon fodder) who are considered utter…

because i like gadgets, i added some more on the sidebar. last.fm did some new stuff to their chart thingies (now referred to as widgets), and they are pretty spiff. of course, this required me to hack the style.css so the width of the sidebar actually fits the new widgets.  now i think i need…

 i emailed the, uh, life group moderator and she was able to pass the message along to my clone.  he emailed me from her account and his email address has a number at the end (which apparently he forgets to put in).  so now at least i have a place to forward the misdirected emails…

so a couple months ago, i think, i acquired a clone.  this clone is named has the same first and last namd and middle initial, and lives in virginia, i think.  his wife is approximately as pregnant as erin and i can’t remember her name (it’s not erin), and she sent out some update on…

so i bugged my HR guy about the insurance thing, even though i know he doesn’t do benefits stuff.  he got with a couple contacts who do handle that stuff and made a few phone calls and, ultimately, they’re actually fixing the insurance biz.  i confess, i really never expected that to happen.  it’s past…

part, the first… i updated the theme i was using to the latest version.  the background handling is a little more stable, and it doesn’t default to a white background because i deleted the ones it came with anymore.   in the process the stuff on the side bar got reorganized a bit. part, the second…

i don’t know if this is specifically a gen X thing (or gen Y, or whateverthefuck us 20-somethings are considered), or if this is a phenomenon that predates our generation… i’ve noticed that there’s a period of time that almost everyone i know who’s my age has experienced.  After college (or whatever they did instead…