Some days, I'm a real stupid guy.

Yesterday for example. I've just pulled into the parking lot at the office, I turn off the car, reach beside me for my lunch and satchel and... no satchel.

No satchel. That means no laptop computer. Which means I didn't bring my computer to work. You know, the computer I work on all day.

Oh boy.

I'm not early, of course. It's only a couple minutes before I'm supposed to start. Definitely not enough time to make a run home for it (my best time from office to home is 22 minutes).

I'm not completely screwed. I do have the PC that I do my production work on. My laptop is the Titanium Mac G4 that I do my design work on. Thursday is production day, so maybe I'll luck out and not need to do any design work. And if need be, I figure, I'll use my lunch break to head home and get it.

I lucked out, I find out as I enter the office, because my two bosses (the two I split my time between) are not in the office today. Whew.

Of course, I have to explain my incompetence to my coworkers who are curious about the empty spot on my desk and the network connection sitting all lonely to one side. So they know I'm a doofus.

Oh well. I'm a Sea-Monkey owning doofus.

Speaking of which, my Sea-Monkeys are getting big already.

I don't remember how fast my last batch grew, but these ones are growing like crazy. I think the largest is a quarter-inch in length already, not counting the tail.

I wish I had a Sea-Monkey cam so you guys could share in the excitement.

We're watching the Master's Tournament at work today.

Five of my six golf pool picks are playing the tournament, and all of them suck.

Okay, it's not as bad as that. As I write this, Chris DiMarco is doggedly holding on to a spot at 7th, and Scott Verplank is a stroke behind him at 13th. David Toms, who was kicking some serious ass up the fairways early yesterday, has remembered how bad he sucks and has been dropping down the leaderboard ever since. He's now buried in the pack at 35th.

(Golf positions are weird. The overall placing is determined by how many strokes they are under par for the number of holes they've played. There are usually a lot of ties, so you'll see one guy in 1st, three guys in 2nd, five guys in 5th, eleven guys in 9th, et cetera. So anyone at two strokes under par may tied for 5th, but a guy at one stroke under could be tied for 11th, all depending on how many people tied with him. After the second day of play, they lop off the worst half of the players, so it's important to try to beat 'the cut' and continue playing.)

Don't these guys realize that unless they end the four-day tournament in the top 15, I won't get any points on my pool? How will I win all that money if they don't get their act together?

Thoughtless jerks.

(As I wrote this, the leaderboard shifted around, and now Toms is one stroke away from not making the cut and being out of the tournament entirely. Pick it up, chucky!)

On Survivor: Did I pick that one or what? Rob snarked, barked, and generally made an ass out of himself, and now he's off to cry in his Bud Light.

He left behind some nastiness though, and it looks like it's going to blow up next week. My pick: It's either Sean or Kathy. Whoever makes the most noise. I'll make a firm pick closer to show time.

Mom Rating: 2 out of 5. After the incident where I got mad at the IT Ninjas, Mom thinks forgetting my computer should be the last thing I do.

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