Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Musings On the Job Hunt

If a Bachelor's degree in English literature means I am entitled to ask, "Do you want fries with that," I can only assume that my Master's degree entitles me to offer curly fries. Perhaps if I ever get my PhD, I'll be able to proffer the super-size option. One lives in hope.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Jesus Sends Me Stock Tips

A Shy Deity at the NYSE

I don't know about y'all, but lately Jesus has been sending me hot stock tips on my email. Now, He's pretty aggressive about it, for a god, but I guess you don't get to be one of the reigning deities by being dainty. Anyway, I get these Holy Hot Stocks!™ pretty much every day and to pretty much every one of my several thousand email addresses. BF Toasty (the BF means "boyfriend," for future reference) says they aren't real, but I'm not willing to mess with the edicts of the Lord, so I'm investing like a newly defrocked priest in an untended school yard. I know His tips when I see them: they usually start out with a somewhat mangled Bible quote (I'm guessing that's a test for the truly faithful) in the subject line, something akin to, "Sayeth then Judith raise eyes unto donkeys, your salvation covets your neighbor's wife." When I see something like that, I know I'm going to have some trouble getting that camel through the eye of that needle, and that's all part of the Big Plan™.

I have heard that Jesus has a soft spot for lepers, and while I'm not actually one myself, it's possible that the title of this blog has mistakenly gotten me into the Stock Talk Shop of the Gods. Hallelujah and pass me the phone.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

So . . . Whaddya Think?

I've been wanting to write a novel for grown-ups, and I've decided that I'm going to do it here (well, not exactly here; see link below or to the right). Both of my readers will help to keep me honest and moving forward, and I'm trusting that neither of you will steal my manuscript -- such as it is -- and market it to millions in some far away fantasy land like Poland.

I welcome comments, but only if they're glowingly complimentary. If you don't like it, you can keep it to yourself.

If you're up for it, the book-in-progress can be found at:

-- Moi