…and failed.
Behold! Here’s the sound of an entry that says nothing. May this never happen again. 😉
Someone’s been 4 wheeling it!
Outside came the roar of a great happening mobile, and the smell of tasty snacks. Reaching the street, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I took a closer look.
It was them! Scooby and the gang! Heading right for a snowbank. I shouted look out! And then….
The van fishtailed and Fred lost control. I shouted Oh no!
Rut roo. Too late. So I rhoned for a Medirac. The moral of the story: just because you have an SUV doesn’t mean drive hopped up on Scooby snacks.
Mr. Orange you b&stard!
Fans of Resovoir Dogs, a film by Quentin Tarantino that was cool, remember the scene in the diner where the bad guys clashed over tipping. A crucial scene from a logistics standpoint, for no crew commits felonies on empty stomachs. Now, the baddies considered tipping a good and healthy practice. Every baddie minus Mr. Orange.
Mr. Orange ( Tim Roth ) argued that a waitress wasn’t any different from a cashier at McDonalds. Both served food, handled money and walked to and from the kitchen. To Mr. Orange the jobs were identical, thus the waitress deserved the same gratuity as the cashier. The other baddies blasted Mr. Orange for this stance. After five minutes of Labor and Bureau statistics they finally shamed the tightwad. He tipped, but with extreme prejudice and reservation.
Now the irony: Mr. Orange was the only surrvivor of the crime spree. So this begs several questions. First, is there a karmic consequence to stiffing the waiter/waitress? Second, is the seventeen percent guideline fair and reasonable? Lastly, have you seen what your favorite celebrity tips?
Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday to the Wife. 😉
That time of year
Every eighteen months my PC takes a doodie in the sandbox. Gosh, I’ve stared at the opening sentence for the last ten minutes – it’s not getting any better. Pardon my analogies, let’s try this again. Think of the sandbox as work and the dootie a mess that makes the playground unworkable. In other words, the machine broke and broke badly.
There’s a technical explanation for the problem, but for those who prefer English: cat fur clogged the intake fans, causing the drive to overheat and then short. And if not for the knowledge of Big Matt and the Buddhapuss Books expense account – all data would be lost.
In a perfect world, by Thursday everything returns to normal. Big Matt made me promise to order a new case with special filters that catch fur and dust and a spare external harddrive for cloning.