Bitter, cold, biting.
Yes, really. I watched as a haze, a white ghost howled, moving down the street. It engulfed a car for a moment, then moved onto the poor guy shoveling the drive. It was the discolored demeantor. I don't know about taking away any happy thoughts, but rather consuming any heat or warmth. I don't relish the thought of getting out into the cold tonight after work.
After running from the yeti, I might very well fall into the snow -- hoping to see Ben telling me to go to the Dahgoba system.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
ghost of white
being right
MR is right about MR being right.+ I was interested in only the thought of it, but ... in the end I would take the money, opportunity and still dump my job. Even if I got the money, I wouldn't stay there, just a question of when I would leave. I guess I would like an un guaranteed (on my part) bonus -- sign on with no commitments but the implication that you're "in this thing" for the long haul.
MR is right ... don't want it, and taking the money and running would be a bad show.
+ paraphrased from Blazing Saddles.
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