Halloween...the bland man recommends...skates. Yeah, I wore my skates to the office today. Skates, pads, helmet, t-shirt and running shorts. A simple, seemingly bland choice, but the ensemble generated good feedback.

Curses! Foiled again in my quest for ultimate blandness.

What can be blander than getting one's kicks looking through a new telescope?

Waiting three weeks to get a mount and tripod so you can cease the Captain Ahab impersonation (ARRRR! What's that in me spyglass?) and actually see something.

Bought a new AT 1010 telescope last night.



Ah, the incredibly bland pleasures in store for me!

Friday skating was a success. Good exercise and I found out that the park was lit at night. Odd crowd after dark: one fellow having a heart-to-heart with his significant other was wearing a full length black cloak...it's so hard being gothic in Friendswood, Texas!

Taking a few minutes off now in order to prolong the corporate version of the long, dark, teatime of the soul: that slow crawl to quittin' time. Not that I'm in such a hurry to leave...no, I love my job. Really. You have no idea. (Actually, I do enjoy writing software. I don't like all the crap that comes with doing so in an IT department, instead of a software company: low pay, no flex time, really stupid management a-la-Dilbert [they got better -ed.]. But I digress.)

Still, it is Friday, and I have a new pair of in-line skates to break in.

Back to the grind for now, 'til 5-ish plus a few minutes.

Hi, I'm the BlandMan. It's 5am, do you know where your personality is? (If you do, perhaps you could help me look for mine?)

Back to bed now, at least until after oh dark thirty.