Woo! That's a lot of acronyms!

It is by Caffeina alone
that I set my mind in motion.
By the Beans of Java,
my thoughts aquire speed.
The hands aquire the shakes,
the shakes become a warning.
It is by Caffeina alone
that I set my mind in motion…
- Javacrucian chant, attributed to Isaac Bonewits

My favorite Thai restaurant is closing.

"I may have to blow up the building."
Why does my life have to look so much like Office Space? Why?

No, this is not one of my infamous religious posts.
Actually, this is a technical post. Thursday this past week started like any other. "Jim, do this, " and "Jim, I need that" and "Hey, Jim, should this computer be smoking this way?" A standard day in the life of a stand-alone IT department. Then, things turned ugly. Every call became "Hey, Jim, is there something wrong with this network share?" And, I finally put two and two together to get five and, sadly, discovered that the Linksys EFG-120 Network Attached Storage device had curled up its toes and died.

For making an ass of myself, apparently.
You know, I don't mind doing this when I do it on purpose, but, when I do it accidentally, well, that's irritating. You might not see this via the blog, but I'm actually a ver polite person. I think courtesy and manners are the social "glue" that keeps communities together and functioning. So, when I'm unintentionally rude or insulting or hurtful, it bothers me. On those occasions that I purposely slight someone, something else is at work and I rarely feel any shame a precious little guilt at having done so.

I've survived one more lap around the sun.
How many more before the race is done?
I'm 37 today.

I'm actually not so blue.
The other day when I was at my head-shrink, he asked how things were going and how I felt. I told him that I felt better than I have in a long time, which is very true. He was a little dissapointed because he's doing something on TV about holiday depression and, well, I just wasn't going to be giving him any material to work with this year. Actually, we had a laugh about that.

Or, why can't Uncle Jim sleep?
Honestly, I wish I knew why I was up before the Sun, making coffee and eating oatmeal. I haven't had insomnia like this since the week before my ex-wife left, when things had become so unbearable that I was just waiting, begging, for that other shoe to drop. Just so that it would be over and done and the next thing could start. But, that's not why I can't sleep.

Or, why I know about such varied subjects as aikido, accupressure, high-explosives and poetry.