The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

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notes from underground

My coworker's gallbladder went south on him and he's in the hospital awaiting surgery. This is bad enough (pain, surgery, expense) but to make it better, my other coworkers are calling him for help on various projects. "Hey, I know you're not feeling well, but we have this caching issue on..."

Last night I was pulled over by Newport's finest for speeding on the S curves (I was really moving), but they had another call to run to so I didn't get a ticket. Alleluia; se-lah. Also, I'm gonna slow down for a bit.

Boy there are some dumb "anti-war" ideas going around. My mom keeps getting a chain letter that tells her to forward it to some address at the U.N., and (i can't stand them) apparently wants everyone to spam their senators and congressmen on one particular day. Folks, use real mail with a stamp, and don't break the U.N.'s SMTP server. Sending email about an issue is only slightly more effective than pointing your head at your congressman and thinking strong thoughts.

I am getting the urge to go to Vegas. This probably means that I'm running away from something. Oh. wait. MY LIFE! THAT'S IT!!
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