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Smiths Reunion Weekend

For some, their greatest nightmare. For others, their greatest dream. Sirius Radio is doing an entire weekend of Morrissey and The Smiths. Put on your black t-shirt and enjoy the whining.

reality blurred

An early April Fool’s gift from Andy over at Reality Blurred. I have to tell you, that first story about Extreme Makeover? I could totally see that happening.

The H-BOMB and YOU

Jen sent me a link to this comic book from 1954 that explains the dangers of the H-Bomb. It’s a fascinating piece of propaganda that would be totally at home in today’s political climate of FEAR!FEAR!FEAR! By the way, page 12 is particularly obnoxious.

Really?

Study Fails to Show Healing Power of Prayer. This almost sounds like a headline from The Onion.

Workaholics

I read an article today about workaholics. It’s an interesting piece, discussing the fact that “workaholism” is a real issue and can be quite problematic. I really believe it is. Balancing work and life is a difficult task, and it is easy to make yourself believe that you are so important in the workplace that the company would go down in flames without you. There were dozens of people like this when I worked at AT&T, and I always wondered how (or why!) they were able to create so much work for themselves. I’d wonder why they were so afraid to go home.

This was usually followed with guilt and fright, wondering why I was able to leave at 5:00pm without a problem most nights. Why I was able to meet my deadlines without drama. Why I didn’t work weekends. Why I didn’t obsess over my job to the point where it became my entire life. And instead of taking some pride in the fact that I was able to manage my worktime well, I wondered what I was doing wrong. If my job wasn’t nonstop panic and 60-hour workweeks, I was obviously doing something wrong. The people constantly running around and telling me how busy they were seemed so much more important! Then I realized that while they were running around telling the world how busy they were, I was at my desk, doing my job.

Nevertheless, I have always believed that one day I will be “found out;” that the people who pay me will realize that I don’t know what I’m doing. A decade later, my secret still hasn’t been discovered. What I have discovered is that my feeling is very common among women. I don’t really know what my point is, here, but I’m interested in hearing your thoughts.

Happy Birthday, Maggie!

Tomorrow is Maggie’s birthday (and Ivon’s!) , but let’s get started today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGGIE AND IVON! Hope you have lots of party, lots of wow.