RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH.

So every now and then I have to go into the office of this one coworker of mine who has a little basket of those squishy silicone stressballs (how splendidly alliterative!) to talk to her about one technical matter or another, and every time I go into her office, I am compelled to squish these stressballs. I mean, it really is a compulsion. I cannot stop myself from doing it. When I am walking to her office, I am saying to myself, "Okay, Cammy, you are NOT going to start kneading those things because it probably annoys her to watch you mauling her belongings." But somehow they always end up in my hands without my even realizing it.

Anyway, she was on vacation last week, and when she returned this week she had a present for me: A STRESSBALL OF MY VERY OWN. It was waiting for me on my desk on Monday; it is orange and has these soft little cilia and you roll it or squeeze it or poke at it or mold it into amorphous shapes and I am so in love! I have been playing with it for two days now, and it is so very satisfying. As a Fidgeter from way back, I am in heaven.

It was the silliest, most thoughtful little thing. Don't things like that just make you happy?

:::

PS - There was an emergency meeting of the Book Lover's Trivial Pursuit Club last night, and thanks to the dozen or so Curious George questions and no thanks to all the Philip Roth questions, I emerged the clear winner. I just thought you needed to know this.

 

from the livejournal of luthien

( Pick passages from five of your favorite books. The first book’s passage should come from the fifth page, the second from the tenth, the third from the fifteenth, the fourth from the twentieth, and the fifth from the twenty-fifth. Do not give the titles and see if your flist guesses the books. )

Maybe tomorrow I'll do children's books; I kind of like this game.