Welcome to The Jamb, which will serve as my primary place for writing about nothing in particular. Let us take inventory of this fine day. I type this from downtown Montréal, in a Gmail window. This is a test post composed and posted using email.
My stocks are getting killed. My desk is covered in paper and there is cold pizza in the fridge. I clicked on a few podcasts sometime in the past, and now iTunes downloads all kinds of mp3s that fill up my library without even asking. They've gotta be listened to, and it ain't gonna be me who listens to them. My brain is a sludge. The weather out there is sunny and harbing-'s much cycling after work.
It occurred to me the other day that drinking a lot of booze isn't such a great idea unless you've got a good reason. That you like the clink of ice cubes in a glass doesn't count as a reason. If you saw my stock portfolio today, you'd say, there's your reason.
All kinds of thrills here at The Jamb!
