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For a while now, I'd

For a while now, I'd been struggling with my focus at work. Even when I tried really hard to concentrate, I'd find myself spacing out, or thinking about other things. All that's sort of cleared up in the past few days for some reason, and I'm feeling pretty sharp and on-track, able to tackle anything. I like it. I feel like I'm finally getting stuff done. The trouble with it is, I don't post much during the day. I've got lots of thoughts brewing, but I don't want to take the time away from work to write them down. So I'm contemplating a new approach. I don't know what this means yet, but please accept my apologies for the lack of updates (more lacks will follow). And thank you for reading Megnut.

Mouse over the the word

Mouse over the the word "enter" and watch the Jane Fonda-esque action. It's cracking me up.

Heather and I went shopping

Heather and I went shopping today and I got something to wear to the Webbys, but I'm not going to tell you what it is.

My pick for today's 126th

My pick for today's 126th Kentucky Derby: The Deputy. Is it my choice because he's trained by a woman? Yes. Yes it is. His trainer, Jenine Sahadi, is only the 10th female trainer to saddle a horse in the history of the Race. And no woman has ever won. Hopefully that will change today.

I heard about Simon &

I heard about Simon & Schuster's Panty Raider game recently, but I didn't believe it was really true. I couldn't believe that anyone would release a "game" that involves stripping women. A company spokesperson says the game is a meant to be "a comedy." First of all, I've never heard of a CD-ROM game that's supposed to be a comedy, and second of all: What's so funny about stripping women and taking pictures of them? Here's their feedback form, if you feel inclined to register your outrage with the company.

Somehow, I just have a

Somehow, I just have a very good feeling about this post.

Oh I'm all confused now,

Oh I'm all confused now, and a certain smarty-pants pointed out to me that I didn't use "change" as a verb in my post, and my poor little brain is just too worn out today to struggle with this question anymore, so no more posting from me tonight. I'm going to go out to dinner with good friends instead.

Megnut readers respond that a

Megnut readers respond that a word to which no adjective can be applied is called a "verb." Yes, this word was foreign and unfamiliar to me too, but I looked it up and indeed it exists. And once I thought about it, it made all sorts of sense.

My WSJ Techroundup email sends

My WSJ Techroundup email sends this message my way: "A computer virus carried by e-mail messages bearing the title 'I Love You'..." If the point of this message is to warn people of the virus (an assumption on my part), wouldn't it make more sense to write the title the way it appears in the subject line of the infected email ("ILOVEYOU")? This sort of nonchalant approach to capitalization could result in massive amounts of valid love letters being deleted, hopes being dashed, and loves' being mistakenly presumed unrequited 'round the globe.

Is there such thing as

Is there such thing as good change or bad change? Is it even possible to pin an adjective to change? Change is uncomfortable, often unwelcome. It throws one off keel and can be abrupt and painful, but I'm not sure it can be labeled. Looking back, some changes that were painful at the time turned out to be for the better. So would I call that good change? Or bad change? Or would I alter the label as time passes? My obsession with words continues: is there a word for a word to which no adjective should be applied? And if so, what is it?

Until yesterday, I never knew

Until yesterday, I never knew it was possible to loose one's sense of smell (a fact gleaned from the wonderful, highly recommended A Natural History of the Senses). I think I now have losingsmellophobia (that's not the technical term, of course, but I was unable to locate the true term in this nearly comprehensive phobia list). I did find:

Bromidrosiphobia - fear of body smells
Olfactophobia - fear of smells
Osmophobia - fear of smells or odors

And my new favorite phobia: onomatophobia - fear of hearing a certain word or of names. What a terrible phobia from which to suffer! Imagine walking around all day in terror, covering your ears, lest you hear someone utter the word kumquat.

First thing into my Inbox

First thing into my Inbox this morning, the Love Bug virus. Funny thing is, the last email I got from this woman had the subject "May 15 payroll information." Now, what's the likelihood I'm going to open a love letter from her? If I were going to write a virus, it would be a lot sneakier than this, and I bet I'd get you to open it.

Wow, I'm honored! My webcam

Wow, I'm honored! My webcam seems to be this week's featured office webcam at workingwounded.com. Ahhh the wonderful world of referrers...

Eeew. I just realized Megnut's

Eeew. I just realized Megnut's turned into a house of love and mush today. Sorry. We'll now return to our regularly scheduled cynical programming.

You know, when I wrote

You know, when I wrote about the guy asking me for a date, it never occurred to me that he thought I was a hooker. Rats. I really thought he wanted a date, you know, with flowers and wine and yummy food, and maybe a quick kiss in a quiet place at the end of it all...I would like that.

I'm very selective about which

I'm very selective about which day's horoscope predictions I'll believe, but I love mine when it says things like this: You may be swept off your feet and feel an excitement that has been missing for some time.

I saw Rules of Engagement

I saw Rules of Engagement last night, and while the film itself was nothing spectacular, the end left me and Syl chuckling in our seats. As the screen faded to black, a sort of epilogue appeared, (William Sokal was indicted...etc. etc.). Huh? That was supposed to be a true story? It sure didn't seem like it, so we decided they must have just been kidding around, a la Kevin Smith at the end of Mallrats.

Community websites start to really

Community websites start to really suck when the site daddy (I like to call him Papa Matt around the office) has to babysit a bunch of lame-ass posters who can't follow the rules.

Standing on the corner, day-dreaming,

Standing on the corner, day-dreaming, waiting for the light to change, lunch in a brown bag beneath my arm. A car pulls up the the light and stops. A man leans out the window.

man: Hey, can I get a date?
me: (glancing at lunch, thinking, I don't have dates in here, I have a veggie burger...) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (very slow and still coming out of my day dream) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (a ha! realizing what's going on) Oh no, (smile) I'm sorry.
man: (sounding disappointed) Awww...come on!

And I crossed the street.

Did you suffer as I

Did you suffer as I almost did at your local IKEA? Nick sends along Tattooman's words of wisdom and advice regarding the megastore, including a special section for IKEA virgins. Hee hee. The word virgin makes me laugh.

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