Letter to Co-Worker

Dear I'm still trying to come up with a good nickname, so let's just call you "co-worker" for now:

When you ask me a question, have the common courtesy to listen to the whole answer before you flitter off to another conversation. It would be one thing if I sat there chattering away at you like a bird all day long and your turning away mid-sentence to speak to someone else was your way of dropping a not-so-subtle hint that I'm talking too much.

However when I'm listening to my headphones, banging away on my keyboard, and you interrupt me - making me remove my headphones - so you can ask me a question, you should wait for the answer before beginning another conversation with someone else. At least have the courtesy to say "pardon me for a second" to me if you absolutely must talk to that other person immediately.

But when I'm mid-sentence and you just turn around to ask some random passer-by when he/she is going to lunch, it just makes me want to wait for you to leave so I can switch all the keys on your keyboard.

Your attention to this matter is appreciated.

For Sale: Lake Front Saharan Property!

Before I get explain the title, and mention the argument that got the whole thing going, let me ask y'all to do me a little favor. Take this one question survey:

What color is your blood when it's inside your body?

It's Percolatin'

I've got one (actually several) in the brewer and they're about done. Just a little patience people, or I won't validate your parking!

Here's a taste of what's to come in the very near future:

-why I think humanity is doomed
-why I'm going to hell, part II
-a potpouri of observations about all kinds of stuff
-the time I killed one of my siblings, or, why I'm going to hell, part III
-the drama that is my life with a 17 year old nephew in the house
-avacados grow on trees. Actually, this is more a statement of fact, but it seemed appropriate to the list for some stupid reason.