You are going to love me this morning. I aim to keep you busy while you drink your a.m. beverage, though I know I might be a bit late for that this day.

First, I have no idea how this guy does it, but sometimes it doesn’t matter.

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I found these interesting, mostly for their artistry, but also because of their blatant honesty (e.g., shut up!).

Hey Old Ones, remember this little novelty from years ago? Well, as in all things, there’s a computer app for that. You can play with it here.

Some awesome photos. And here too, depicting life in the US before Pearl Harbor — but in color. Amazing.

Maps of War – very cool and informative collection of Flash presentations. Be sure to view them full screen.

Talk about a talented man…

Are we done? I think so, for another day. Much work to do, and the more this body rests, the more it wants to stay at rest. Know what I mean?

Update — Headin’ for that line o’ trees. Good (but busy) two days. Lots of work waiting for me when I get home. Nuts to that.

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Or I should say, the elevator. I’m on the flippin 21st floor.

Today, I present at a meeting, work the JECO booth, go to another meeting (yay for lunch with Bando), do some more booth-babe work, then quit for the night to get some dinner with the Thriller and do something fun. (He is locking himself in the hotel room all day, doing homework.)

So, time to fly. I hope the start to your weekend is going well!

FO

Last night, #1 Son posted a comment on Facebook about how he apparently let somebody “get to” him, and that he should probably keep that person “at arm’s length.” In my response to him, I linked to this list, and I reread it myself (Suzanne — did you turn me on to this guy? I think you did.). Then, as usual, my thoughts meandered.

I recently told someone that my new philosophy for 2011 was “Let it Go.” I tested it bigtime last night for the first time this year. Someone posted something on FB and after I read it, I thought, “He means me.” But you know, we cannot control what other people do. We can only control how we respond to it. This person is transient in my life, and you can bet your last dime he’s not thinking about my reaction at all, so why should I worry about his? Let. It. Go.

A search on “letting go” revealed some interesting information on one site. (I’m certain “Dan & Jennifer” want to sell stuff, but I didn’t check into that, nor was I bombarded with ads.) Three sensible articles:

Banishing Negative People From Your Life
Hostility Blinds Us From the Truth
Letting Go

I found truth in all of them. They’re worth a read, and were actually helpful in my morning decision to press the Delete key and extricate this particular “letting go” problem from my consciousness.

Et voilà. Next!

Happy Almost Finkday to you, fiends. I’m off to Cincinnati soon………..

You are getting too brittle to pound the tap floor for an hour straight.

*creeeeeeeak*

Hey, remember (OK, you probably don’t, but I sure do) last year at this time, when I went to my music geek convention in Cincinnati and had a bit of an adventure on the way home? That was special indeed. Well, it’s time to go again, and I hope this year’s trip is far less interesting.

I will go to school today, tomorrow and Wednesday; then it’s “party” time (“party” = “meetings,” and maybe a concert or two). I can’t even sleep in. What a rip. The obvious exception is having lunch with Bando on Friday. Yay!

Outside of that, I’d rather be teaching and having evening rehearsals — although my students might disagree.

We won’t talk about the carnage on television yesterday, but suffice it to say that neither team I liked won. That’s that. Another season in the books. Blah.

Is it possible to have a good Monkday when it’s three degrees outside? I’m fixin’ to find out…