So I am joined into an IM session by my scrum master with one of our special needs developers. He [the special needs guy] cannot check out code from the repository. Ostensibly something I’d be in a position to help with as I run the access rules this iteration. So we go through troubleshooting away.…
Because sometimes all you really want is to watch the squirrels dance to Michael Jackson… As seen on Metafilter
Otis and Morton have petitioned me to construct the following: I’m not so certain they deserve nice things though. From the bin of forwarded emails that are actually fun to receive.
I finally voted for a major party candidate for President. A first. Celebrations last night and today. I’ll really let loose if NE-2 puts an electoral vote in Obama’s column. I cannae believe Indiana went Obama too. This is real dogs and cats living together stuff here. And now a word from the curmudgeon in…
An empty inbox just feels wrong…but I really like it.
An empty inbox just feels wrong…but I really like it.
I’m a habitual non-deleter of mail when it hits my inbox. I mean, sure, I delete the crap and mark the spam pretty regularly but when it is a message that requires action or a response and I don’t have time to do it right now, I’ll let it sit. And sit it does. Usually…
And I don’t care. This made for a few rounds of levity amongst the team this morning. And when you’ve slept for shite, you need all the levity you can get to make it through the day.
Hey Otis. It’s yer birthday. Go Otis. It’s yer birthday. The Toaster marks two years with us and somewhere between four and six IRL. No party for the Cat Box Raider—and he is certainly ripe today—this year. We didn’t mark Morton’s in August so it just wouldn’t be fair. At any rate… Go wish the…
Compulsively throughout the day I go check this and then I go check this. And then I try to not get my hopes up…. It’s not working. An election just might go the right way this century.