Prol whistles. ‘You brightened up my scene, with images stolen from my dreams, fabled and true, baby I would die for you.’ Thank you, Maria, for that line. (from ‘The Sweetest Child’)
Thank god it’s Friday. Since deciding to change careers, it’s been hard to focus on the old job and too frightening to think of the next. Especially when the big envelopes full of daunting contracts arrive. (Do I really have to read all that?!) The prol feels drained for those and other reasons, and needs a break. But not to worry: a break from work, not from logging. Next week prol’s @ home, cashing in some of the millions of holidays she’s got left.
“Silence equals consent.” Of course they’re not ALL bad. Austrians unite to fight the threat from within.
Everybody has redesign fever: Lance Arthur’s world famouz Glassdog.com strips to the bone. Grey is making a comeback, and khaki’s here to stay.