I’m seem to have misplaced my data cable for wireless at-large in-the-field access to the Internet.  So though in Dreamland (aka LakeView Cemetery), I’ll post later rather than immediately after writing as I usually do.

It’s been a long, hard-driving week.  I was supposed to be in California for work-related training all week, but my third scheduled training class this year just fell through.  Seems like “Java Security” is not popular enough anywhere to warrant teaching.  Here’s the typical scenario: The classes are offered.  I sign up.  I end up being the only one who signs up.  So the class gets cancelled. 

Oh look!  The dragonflies (unchanged since the Cenozoic) are being promiscuous upon the hillside in the early evening sunlight once again.  Along with the bird-dinosaurs naughtily flitting to and fro, it’s quite the Jurassic Park mood-scene I’m here experiencing now.   Oh, where’s the cavewoman that I will to appear and club me over the head and then drag me of by the hair to her lair for an irresistibly primal affair? 

Wait.  I forget.  I’ve no grabbable hair. 

Okay, she can drag me off by something else then.  And see if I care.

*looks up at the previous three paragraphs*

What kind of libidinal outburst was that? 

I”ll tell you what kind.  One that’s thoroughly confounded by the present and so breaches time.  Backwards.  But forwards, too.  Ah, forwards….

Death by impetuous kisses overflowing the buffer of my time-probing impulsive masculinity.

update: Back home under cover of night.  I just ate some Ramen chicken (dinosaur) noodle soup and feel much more enlightened now.