thoughts for a Friday

This morning while I was brushing my teeth, a piece of a poem by Kipling wandered through my head and it struck me as being fairly apt in the current political climate. The poem is called "The City of Brass" and the bit I remembered is:

"When the wine stirred in their hearts their bosoms dilated.
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created-
To decree a new earth at a birth without labor or sorrow-
To declare "We prepare it today and inherit tomorrow.""

Sounds like Congress to me.

Anyway, here it is, Friday, and here I am, at work. I'm afraid I've developed a coffee habit again. Maybe the long weekend will stop that.

Heh. I just suggested to my boss that we tag everybody with one of those voice-activated locators you can use for your keys. That way you can stand in the hall and yell "DR. !" and he'll beep at you. My boss thought that was a grand idea. It would certainly save some mileage up and down the halls. However, I don't know where to get those things except on infomercials, and I refuse on principle to buy things from infomercials.

On my way to drop off the day's film, I got waylaid by one of the mentally ill homeless panhandlers who hangs around here occasionally. He asked me if I had a dollar and I said I didn't and he wanted to know why. I really, really wish I didn't have to deal with these guys. Partly I'm scared of them, and partly I feel guilty because yes, I do have a little money to spare, but I don't want them to have it. Yet another reason why I'm a terrible person, I guess.

Complete change of subject: Technosphere is back up again and one of my carnivores is pregnant. The carnivore's name is BinThere and I decided to call the baby DunThat. Insufferably silly of me, ain't it?

OK, time to get back to work. Happy Friday, all.