I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 327 - The Wrath of Yarn

Daily Kup (My Life on the Bridge)
A special day with nothing on the calendar. Life continues in my own private Walden Pond; that's much like My Own Private Idaho without the falling down on roads. I do endeavor to retain the Shakespearean pretenses, however. When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes ...

Warp Drive or Merely Warped?
You must see this. You truly must.
Crocheted Starship Enterprise

Transport Back to Teenaged Land
Playing with my Pong game and listening to Dr. Demento on Saturday night radio. Yes, Dr. D, the man who saved Weird Al Yankovic from being just another geeky architect and who also popularized one of the best of the roughly three million Star Trek parody songs. Enjoy.

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