Oh, where to begin: full of beans and attitude, that'll do

Here's something I learned recently -- I've been peering at screens for at least two years now, with the frequency of typos increasing with the latenesss of the hour, the depth of rum in my glass and the tiredness of my eyes and I just learned that there's a little thing you can click to magnify the whole freaking screen. I feel like an ass for not noticing that. Computers have emasculated the Holy Grail as a journey concept. Now you can sit your fat ass in a chair and randomly click on expletive until you find something that changes EVERYTHING.

Okay, not everything. And I can't promise a lack of typos, as I still have only a 30 watt bulb in my desk area, and I've worn half the letters off my keyboard. But still. It's like spending 20 years wandering around the damned desert, only to find the damn cup was in the privy cabinet in your own castle the whole time. (That is a holy grail reference.)

Today, in a meeting talking about a colleague's behavior being atypical, I demanded he show us his navel. Only one person in the room understood the reference. Sigh. I was going to let it drop, but noooooo, I also have an inquisitive colleague, in the same meeting who wanted to know why Johanna and I were bonding over an in-joke. So I started with pod people and...that wasn't floating, so how it's a common sci-fi trope, and it may go back further, but certainly Day of the Triffids...and three minutes later, everyone's just staring open-mouthed at me and as I peter out, Johanna says into the ensuing silence "oh, let your dork flag fly" which is why I barely know this woman but would totally get between her and the Blob to buy her time. Because she's much younger than I am and far more likely to populate the earth with other right-thinking people.

( In which I realize I have a lot of stuff backed up )