Some stuff to tide you over until the real bloggers get their electricity back
I don’t know what the blackout-beleaguered easterners are complaining about. I posted the entry below using my laptop on batteries plugged into my cell phone. Sure, the connection was at 14.4 kb, and MyPictures wouldn’t post the picture through at that speed (had to repost it when I got back to my cableconnection). But, come on, people, show some ingenuity and desire!
In their absence, I will have to end my sabbatical and, as if responding to a blood shortage, roll up my (already short) sleeves and donate some o-positive content to the slogosphere. It’s been sort of a hectic week, as you might expect after being gone for 10 days. On top of that, I started working with a new client this week, upgrading their accounting software to a new version. Upgrades are always so much fun, like a root canal is fun - no matter how slick the upgrade scripts are, there are always rocks below the surface. Like, why would they keep the same data table structures, but rename the fields? So what if they’re more descriptive? My client will never see them, and the custom reports that refer to them get royally screwed up.
Sticker espied on a Vespa scooter today: “Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten” Sort of a convoluted way to “get” pussy, but if you’re desperate…!
Multicultural Dining in Seattle - Across the street from my new client’s, in the heart of what used to be a Scandinavian enclave, is a new lunch spot featuring Australian fare (Miyi - The Great Australian Bite). An interesting switch from the tired cavalcade of Subway/TacoBell/Schlotzky’s or whatever, they feature Shepherd’s Pies and some other grub, with an Aussie flag and other wall mementoes of the world’s weirdest continent. It being Seattle, at least one pie is vegan, another merely vegetarian. While I was waiting for my pie the other day, I noticed a thing hanging on the wall called a Barbie Rack. Just for a few seconds, owing to its size and construction, I decided that it was a torture device for the clothes-horse doll from Mattel, and began to wonder what else Australian kids did for kicks, and if another hotbed of hatred for American society was developing. Then I remembered that “barbie” was short for “barbeque”, and that the device was meant for grilling succulent shellfish. (Talk or else…)
