Sometimes I feel:

• sad

• hurt

• alone

• angry

• unsure

• incomplete

I do not ever:

• hate

• despise

• regret

• gossip

• betray

• assume

I do:

• forgive

• forget

• honor

• love

• live

• hope

I wish I could:

• help

• heal

• fix

• respond

The drawings are the hilarious icing on the blogcake. Of particular note is the reference to the “neurotic German shepherd mix” (apt).

Hyperbole and a Half: Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving.

It’s really NOT him, it’s YOU - CNN.com.

Someone I once knew openly pondered about folks who eat alone in restaurants.

Today I was the guy eating alone. Like most days. Only today it was in public.

The short answer is: they eat because they’re hungry. They eat alone because they want to. Or they don’t have anyone to eat lunch with. There were other people at tables for one. They didn’t look particularly lonely or sad.

Truth be told, they forgot to ask me if I wanted my order to go and I figured eh, what the heck, I’d get out of the office for 15 minutes longer anyway.

When widely followed public figures feel free to say anything, without any fact-checking, we have a problem. It becomes impossible for a democracy to think intelligently about big issues — deficit reduction, health care, taxes, energy/climate — let alone act on them.

via Too Good to Check - NYTimes.com.

Here’s a home network diagram I created (click for full size):

When your heart has been broken in twain,
Feeling nothing but sorrow and pain,
Be a bump on a log,
Stuff it all in your blog.
Really, who wants to hear you complain?

Should the blogger keep strict to his text,
With his follower reading what’s next
Unabash-ed does find
Speaking plainly his mind
Does profoundly exclaim “oversexed!”