Work sucks. Then you die. C'est la vie.
Things are now beginning to slow up a bit, at least enough for me to drop a few quick notes...
To the reader/visitor I promised a "non-lame" post about hanging out last week:
Working on it.
To the local readers who I almost injured with a shelving section upright earlier this week:
I appreciate meeting people who read the ol' blog and actually enjoy the feedback, but please - PLEASE - don't walk into a construction area where I'm framing up a couple of hundred pounds' worth of steel shelving wearing flip-flops.
Yes, the carpet's down, and, yes, there are other people coming and going. But for your safety, please wait for a time to introduce yourself or comment on the blog's content when I'm not handling enough steel that, if accidentally dropped, could amputate digits or break bones.
I hope this isn't too embarrassing, and I sincerely apologize for snapping at you. Drop me an email; we'll do coffee on me.
To a few new readers/friends and acquaintances who've found the ZenFo Pro online persona shocking, weird, boring, or scandalous:
Hey, like I've told numerous people over the last two years, there's a reason I don't post the real names, places of employment, or any other intimate details that random online lurkers could potentially use to do harm to others. I carefully edit each post for potential leaks of personal information that could make people easily identifiable to total strangers (but not necessarily mutual friends, acquaintances, or other involved parties.)
I try to take people's feelings into account with each keystroke I make in this stupid thing, but I cannot guarantee that some folks will not be offended or will not become upset. And, contrary to what some people may think, I don't publish anything out of revenge, anger, spite, or cruelty.
I've, surprisingly, only had three complaints out of the more than 400 posts I've shared to date from people directly involved with any given piece, even when the subject matter isn't exactly flattering. I'd like to think that says something about how I write and the careful thought I put into almost everything that appears on this site.
And, yes, that includes exes, flings, and other women I've written about as well. Some of them have even shared their posts with current significant others. Others simply think the whole blog thing is way too silly to worry about.
There are several people who, FYI, read this blog regularly who still have no clue which posts involve them and which don't - and I'm not telling.
To the "OSU Three" who've called, emailed, sent carrier pigeons, etc., in an attempt to have a certain question answered professionally:
Um, I could answer that question, but I don't have a clitoris.
In all honesty, I don't think any librarian could answer that question professionally, but, well, if you do go to your local academic library to ask a male librarian said personal question, please take a digital camera and set up a YouTube account.
Or drive down to Oxford ;)
[NOTE - Wouldn't you, dear non-involved party, like to know....]
To the local folks who want to know if its appropriate to ask my student staff or colleagues about the blog:
Well, I'd prefer that you didn't, but it's up to you. I trust your judgment.
And how do you know they aren't reading this now? Or haven't read in the past? Not even I can answer that, unless they've indicated it to me already.
Well, that's it for now. Back to picking steel flakes out of my shin and cleaning the drywall dust outta my contacts.