Wonko the Sane had a point.

From my cereal box this morning:

"To open cereal box, insert fingers under arrows and slide left and right."

People have to be told how to open a cereal box?

TV time, post-mortem.

The five-minute cable TV interview went fine. I've done better; I've also done worse. People at work seem to think I did a good job, so I'll take that.

The most stupid part of the interview, however, was when the host asked my opinion on a chart that they threw onto the screen. She didn't say what the chart referenced. Um? I was sitting in a dark studio, with attached earbug, staring into the camera. They don't show you the monitor (because then you'd get distracted watching yourself).

I had a very brief urge to reply "Tell me what the chart is and I'll comment. Jane, you ignorant slut." Instead I faked it - I blathered briefly about breakeven inflation rates or something along those lines. I have no idea if it related to the chart at all.

Accept no substitutes

Comment from the wife:
"Last night I had to take away a piece of 200-grit sandpaper away from the cat. He was washing it like it was your face."

I guess now I know why I shave daily.