What do you mean by “blow up”, exactly?

Oh, you know, the software for the automated DVD burner/printer didn't load properly, the hard drive was too small, the cloning of the too small hard drive destroyed the image, the six hundred DVDs turned out to be CDs, so we had to order 600 more, and lunch was too short by an hour.

“Blow up” seems a bit dramatic, don't you think? Lunch was too short?

Ah, now we see your spots. Lunch, my son, is the most important hour of the day, the hour to gather one's senses and discuss art and life with one's peers. Here in Oakland.

Beyond that, what? The pair of shoes I ordered over on Telegraph Avenue last week arrived, a dark brown rather than black, I'm not sure I have pants to match. Blue jeans require black, in my limited book of fashion imperatives (“blue, blue blue” said the old man on the hill; my hill, anyway) and I'll have to look in my closet, way back in my closet to see (deedle-dee-dee) if there is not an old pair of Dockers still present.

Dockers are considered a bit dressy in my current environment. There was a time when Dockers were about as relaxed as we got, but when the vice presidents started wearing Levis, Dockers began to imply overdressed. This may change. I saw a division president the other day in a pair of slacks. Made me nervous. One of these days I'm going to see a white shirt. Here in Oakland.