Why? Why? Why am I spending Friday night clearing out my in box?

Why? Why? Why am I spending Friday night clearing out my in box?

There were 1900 e-mails in my in box when I sat down an hour ago. Now there are only 1250 or so. I feel good about that, but pathetic at the same time.

There has to be a German word for “the feeling you get when you are happy to be making a little progress in something, but then you realize how pitiful you really are to be happy about such a dorky thing on a Friday night.”

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  • So, the answer to my question, "Why am I at home last night sorting e-mails on a Friday night," is apparently because I lost track of Mike Arnzen's e-mailed invitation to do dinner that night.

    That's sadly, pathetically fitting.

    Rain check, Mike? That is, if you still want to be seen in public with me now?

  • The Inglanawoo Indians are known for their tribal song, festive dance and bright red-orange beams of highly focused plasma energy!
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    Dude, you are as big a freak on a leash as ever! I must say, though, that you had the "blog" thing in the bag long before anyone knew whatever the hell it was. Kudos!

    How's life, /et al/? Your hyper-mandibular-trichosis might indicate a change in domestic disposition...not to mention your conspicuous display of sperlunking prowess!

    "Inquiring minds want to know!"

    -r
    -ris
    -tur?

  • -mur, -mini, -ntur.

    Great to hear from you, Eddie! I sported that particular facial hairstyle shortly after my wife saw The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and I guess she liked the look. So who was I to argue? I'll send you an e-mail...

    Eddie is one of my friends who gathered late Sunday nights to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation, which the local TV station aired at midnight Sundays. So, Eddie, have you seen White and Nerdy?