I Need a Sniglet

We have "junk mail" for unsolicited ads delivered by mail.  We have "Spam" for unsolicited e-mails.  Is there a word to describe the unsolicited faxes we receive for financing or cheap vacations?

Ennui

I feel listless and bored today.  Even though I have ample work to keep me occupied, and even though I was given a $1.00/hour raise, I can't shake the feeling that there's something better (or at least more entertaining) I could be doing.

Heck, I'm so unmotivated, I can't even pad this blog post out to a reasonable length.

Ah, Tourists

The following is an excerpt from Rock with Wings by Anne Hillerman, the latest installment in the Leaphorn/Chee series started by Anne's father, Tony Hillerman.

"They gobbled up the burritos once Paul showed them how to scrape off most of the green chile and explained that they could do so without hurting his feelings."

Geronimo!

The governor of New Mexico (and her husband) went skydiving this past weekend.  It's about da*n time.  Some people have been wanting her to take a flying leap for years.

In Which I Ponder a Felony

After I registered my car in late June, I mailed in a request for a "vanity" license plate.  (My choices, in order of preference, were CORTEX, XCALIBR, and PORKPIE.)  When I received my next checking account statement, I saw that the check hadn't been deposited yet.  That's okay; it probably got stuck on some red tape.  After the next statement, it still hadn't been deposited.  Maybe I ought to call and see if my request ever arrived, or if it had been lost in the mail.

Lo and behold, the mail brought my new license plate -- after two-and-a-half months.  (That tape was, indeed, sticky.)  I got my first choice, which happens to be the same license plate as I had before I moved to the Noog.  So, I simply retrieved my old plate from the basement, put the new registration sticker on it, and mounted it to my car.  I now have a spare license plate, should my old one ever fade away or become damaged.

I also have the initial plate I was given in June, and it still has a valid registration sticker on it.  If I were criminally minded, I could use that plate on a different vehicle, for nefarious purposes.  Or, I could just use that plate.

Ask Not for Whom the Telephone Bell Tolls

I've been at my job for four months now, so I have ample basis to make the following observation.  When someone calls the office, there is a 98% chance that a second call will come in immediately after -- or even during -- the first.  Calls don't come in singly or in threes, only in pairs.  I have no idea how or why this happens.

Anniversaries

The wedding anniversary of one of my bosses was Monday.  Someone related to him got married on Sunday.  A coworker's anniversary was yesterday.  I wonder how early September compares with June, as far as the number of weddings.

However, I forgot my own anniversary.  It wasn't my wedding anniversary.  As of September 1, I have owned my condo (or at least the mortgage to it) for ten years.  For weeks leading up to the date, I kept thinking of this blog post about it.  Then, when the date finally came, do you think I remembered?  (Just like a man.)

Candy would be wasted on the condo.  I could hardly take it out to dinner.  Should I send the condo some flowers?