Semantics. se·man·tics n. (used with a sing. or pl. verb) 1. Linguistics. The study or science of meaning in language. 2. Linguistics. The study of relationships between signs and symbols and what they represent. Also called semasiology. 3. The meaning or the interpretation of a word, sentence, or other language form: We’re basically agreed; let’s […]

On an unrelated note, (cough) the Testerman Band (Guitarzan! Guitarzan! He’s the leader of a jungle band!) and the mysterious couple that “likes Arcanis; Jack says they’re funny” should arrive here at an unidentified time for some living Arcanis. And barbecued chicken. Mmmm. Chicken. I should be working on the newsletter (they’re letting me take

Sanity. I noted to my husband yesterday that I had yet to meet a man who was entirely sane. His response was, “Yes, but you like freaks.” So I do. Nevermind.

Rayup. Her growth curve appears to be slowing down a little. 30 inches, 20 lbs 13 oz. I asked the Dr. about Ray grinding her teeth, and the Dr. said not to worry about it. All appears to be well with the bebe!

Ramble. I don’t know how to say what I want to say…here goes: Writing isn’t just scratching the cat until it purrs, but it seems like so many people have forgotten to scratch the cat at all that fewer people like to read than like to watch TV. Go to any bookstore that sells magazines.

Denver. Despite being a very good girl for a teething, sniffling bebe, Ray drove me up the wall yesterday. She was great over at the Testerman’s. Two (big) dogs romped all over with her, she opened (after a few belly-flops onto the package) her birthday present (including a shirt with a fuzzy bear that she

Ray. The two upper teeth are officially both in now. Ten days to birthday and counting.

Suckage. Eesh. The folks I work for have introduced a new product…something that was supposedly going to change our workload from 300 apps a day to a thousand. We laughed. Shouldn’t have. We’re up to 600-750 apps. a day. Workload capacity before product: 400 apps. Walkouts since product introduced: 2 people, or approximately 60 files.

Ins and outs, ups and downs. Out: Name of the Feather, by yours truly, to Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. In: Things You Don’t Want… from Wierd Tales, with a subtle put-down “so what’s the point” letter. Since Lee passed Things You Don’t Want as wierd-but-good, I’ll take the rejection as being a) too literary or

Btw The joke last week, as donated by a co-worker, was: “Why was the ink blot crying?” “Because his mom was in the pen and he didn’t know how long the sentence was.”