Ah, memory. She is a fickle bitch.

But it's the same for everyone in my family - at least I'm not alone.  This morning I logged into Trillian figuring I'd clean out a bunch of come-ons by French and Arabic guys, and immediately my cousin, Jepdog, messaged me.  Cool, as she was the one I was most hoping to talk to. :)  She was talking to someone else who was taking up all her attention, and she seemed to think I should know who this person was.  In fact, that this person had done something to me which she didn't expect I would ever forgive her for.  I was very confused, and finally asked her to please tell me who this person was because I just couldn't remember.  Turns out of course my cousin had mistaken me for someone else she normally talks to online - she hasn't talked to me very much online, and my nick looks similar.  It was classic of my family, through and through.  Generally when one of us is really sure of ourselves, that's when we'll be most wrong. :)  Berwicker, Jepdog's sister, deals with it by writing everything down immediately.  At work she keeps a meticulous database of all things, which apparently fools her boss into thinking that she's organized. :)

The good news is that TSA has issued an official memory bracelet.  It's supposed to help us remember 9/11, of course (like, who's going to forget that?  Okay, I might, given enough time), but I'm just hoping that if I wear it to work I'll remember to offer up to any taker the monitor which has been riding in the back of my car for three weeks.  (BTW, anyone within a reasonable car's drive of me who needs a nineteen inch monitor with a slightly dark picture needs only say 'so' and it'll be on your doorstep.)

The bracelet has also helped me remember, today, that Gramma Goose asked for an email address for one of our ex-coworkers, Grampa Coasty.  I'd better go find that.  ...(searching)  ...(searching) ... Well, damme.  I thought I had his address in my address book, but I didn't.  Luckily enough I don't clean out my email but once in a blue moon, so I still had one in there from him which he sent in March. 

And now, for fun, a parody song from Screeners Central
( Smells Like Explosives )

Oh!  I thought I was done and going to post this, but then I saw this...
( tsa manager pr0nstar?? )

I'm not going to edit my previous post to add this...

It seems to me that the basic problem is that people make an assumption that the quality of the work that you do has anything at all to do with what you do in your off hours.

I think this thought should stand in a post by itself.