I'm in the only room connected to the outside world at this place in the boondocks. I'm reading the blog of dooce and laughing out loud at her . . . ahem . . . rather colorful way of describing her parenting skills . . . and if this were audible and the FCC were involved, there would be plenty of bleeps to drown out her profanity.
Know who is sitting not 10 feet away at his own computer, checking his own email, and talking out loud to the screen?? The same man from the previous blog. I take certain comfort in the fact that while he can control the meeting and, in many ways, the world in which I work, he can't control what I have on the screen in front of me.
I know this is petty . . . but I'm still smiling.