I am, literally, the only person in the building at the moment. I checked. All the lights were off.
I think I'm going to run around naked.
Thank the gods to which I pray for my work load is not Satanic as expected. I should be able to keep normal hours this week.
Suggestion to all of you: Develop pectorals. They are fun. I spent way to much time flexing my newly noticeable muscles yesterday. My chest is looking less frumple-y, more sleek.
Knife goes in, guts come out.
Comments go in, spreadsheet comes out.
Knife goes in, guts come out.
Apparently people cannot read:
Please rate each module on a scale of 1-10 where:
1 = Pleasurable to use, no negative impact to workflow
10 = Cannot complete workflow without significant problems, causes extreme user frustration
Hey people, what would you use if X thing was really good, according to this scale?
Not hard, not hard. So why are people messing it up?
EDIT: My Sister, like all good Ringlands, avoided the southern Thailand beaches. She is safe in the north.
This is the email my father sent about her safety (this will help you understand him and me better):
Kristin called this morning. She is fine and was in north Thailand, far away from the coast.
Bought the 26" Aquos LCD HDTV [he got a fat bonus at work and had been debating the TV with me over dinner on Friday]. Friday Comcast comes with the HD box. Its very nice but the picture is not as crisp as I thought. It may get better with the real HD cable box and good cables. Still a lot better than the old one.
EDIT 2 (wherein we reference the original post):
I think it can look confusing when there is a slot with multiple openings and multiple blocks, when some are used up, the look is confusing. Focus, people. Focus! (And grammar; oiy the grammar.)
It happened half way around the world. People are rushing in, money flows. Thousands have died, thousands more unknowingly follow them. I am no longer awake.
My life will continue, as it has, just as it has. Though I consider myself a global citizen, am I changed by something that has irrevocably differentiated 6 billion on this age? This is what I dream.
How will the sky look tomorrow to those that can see it? This day coming, and the next, and the next? How am I affected that thousands won't see them? How would this be different if they could? When do I find my Morpheus to dust me with portends and vision?
We seek revelation, solace, tranquility - pieces of mind that rarely matter in glory times - when an consciousness has altered in so sweeping a fashion. It is petty enlightenment. I seek petty enlightenment because I can know nothing else now. I have not seen tragedy's eyes, as I was here under night. Calm and sound.
I slept through it; we all slept through it, when places of safety, of family, saw the underside of Poseiden. This is incomprehensible to to us, sleepers. I can only want to wake up and believe that tomorrow, when the sun rises again, I will see it for their eyes.