Word of the Day: Vile

vile
adj. vil·er, vil·est
1. Loathsome; disgusting: vile language.
2. Unpleasant or objectionable: vile weather.
3.
a. Contemptibly low in worth or account; second-rate.
b. Of mean or low condition.

4. Miserably poor and degrading; wretched: a vile existence.
5. Morally depraved; ignoble or wicked: a vile conspiracy.

[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin vilis, cheap, worthless. ]

As in, when I attempted to remove a rock from my shoe, I noticed that my feet smell rather vile. When I came to, a few minutes later, I resolved to air out my shoes at the first opportunity.

Well, crap

I would go and get the bright idea in my head to install OSX on my work iMac. Heh. Didn't even bother to backup my files. Watch closely now as Misha finds the nearest hard surface and pounds her head against it. This behavior is known as self-castigation, and is very common among the more hasty members of the technical profession.

So I've lost my IE bookmarks, and Classic mode won't even start, my boss has absconded with the zip drive, so backing things up is... difficult. Urk. We see her scramble around the office... perhaps things would be different if her habitat included a window. This particular individual has been prone to testing the theory of gravity when particularly incensed.

Again - urk.

Doesn't help that I'm peckish - I hit the UDistrict and the UVillage for errands at lunch, and had only a PowerBar to tame the savage beast within. It was a fun walk thought - took a round-about route down the hill to the UVillage, and passed a trio taking pictures. I may have given the photographer bunny ears as I passed behind him. His subjects cracked up, which is what I was going for.

Buggerfuck

It's official. The day has not improved.

My boss wanted to chat with me on my way out the door, and only let me go when I mentioned my bus. Which was waiting at the stop as I exited the building, and was juggling bus pass, cd player and backpack... when I finally got to the waiting bus, half frantic, I didn't have my pass.

The driver let me on anyway (I think he knows my face), and I bounced in for a quick PB&J, snagged Thor and his leash and went back to the scene of the crime - or at least where I think I dropped the bloody thing.

Nada. Fuck.

Upside, there's gotta be an upside: I took a long walk, and calmed the hyperactive git of a pug down, and Lucy's got a new story that's really fucking cool and no one gets hurt: Best Laid Plans