I Stink

Last night I was filling up one of our kerosene heaters and spilled a tidbit of the stuff on one of my shoes. "Oh pshaw," I thought, "that ain't gonna hurt nobody!" And I went inside and left my shoes by the door.

When I got on the train this fine morning I thought to myself, "I smell gasoline or sumthin'." *Sniff* *Sniff*. Then I realized - it was me! I smelled like a terrorist, and the odiferous remnants of that seemingly insignificant kerosene droplet were wafting around my head like a little pink cloud of... well... flammable gas.

Now I'm sitting here in my cube, one of only a few people here today, trying not to get high off of my shoes. I'm sure my cubicle neighbors are having a little trouble pinpointing where exactly that strange odor is coming from. Just like the time my wife gave me a truckload of fresh minced garlic to eat right before I came to work and the smell filled up the office I was sharing with another developer.

Oh well! Merry Christmas!

By the way, I haven't been blogging much this week because my "other" (technical) blog created a bit of controversy this week that I had to spend some time dealing with. In a nutshell, I wrote a scathing (but factual) review of a popular legal technology software vendor which literally sent their entire company into a panic. I got a free lunch at a swanky restaurant here in Atlanta, threatening emails from their CEO, and learned several valuable lessons in the process...

- People are actually reading what I write. So I better be careful, hehehe.
- The pen really is mightier than the sword. So I better be even more careful!

Monica and the twins (and the two kiddies) are doing fine, and we're off to spend a week of Christmas merriment with my family.

God bless you all, and a very Merry Christmas.