Like the Wicked Witch of the West. East? The water-soluble one.

I’m melting! It’s hot… or I’m a weenie. Or both.

Doesn’t help that I decided after we got home from dinner that I was going to deal with the mess o’ boxes in the back room. They’ve been herded back into the corners, such that I might walk through the room without fear of live burial.

Tangent - My step-grandfather read Poe’s story about being buried alive to me at age 12 or so… I’m amazed I’m not permanently scarred, other than nevereverever wanting to read that one again.

Falling - the James Ernest card game - has been out for a decade now. I think I got it shortly after it came out, so I feel old. My old copy is pretty well worn, but damnit, not a decade well worn… I think. A new edition’s been made with all goblins, instead of folks who look like they took the wrong turn for the airplane lavatory. Lacks impact, somehow. I just can’t sympathize much with the gobbos.

Again, thank god it’s friday. This week was rough, though today was another nice little payoff - I got to test out Wily Introscope, a JVM monitoring solution I like a lot, and wave it in front of local management, who looked suitably impressed. Everyone I’m not hitting is getting George, our senior support guy out east, waving it at them, so I think between us we’re going to get this thing in. Yay!

(crossposted from The Dream Library)