Please, show the woman a moose
Sorry kids. I know I’m not supposed to watch that TV show that deals with famous celebrities, but some evenings, in the grey period between supper and real episodes, the remote goes there, all by itself. I swear.
Otherwise, how would I keep up with those individuals that no longer require a family name? For instance, I’ve learned that Kelly is going to Banff with Ben. After her sweep through the Island, a year or so ago, I figured she had “enough” of going to places that aren’t even shown on the standard US version maps of the continent. Could that woman be any more bubbly? What is she, fourteen going on four? Hang on to your hats, western natives. She claims that if she saw a moose in public, she’d go crazy. One word: Newfoundland.
Had a good day at work. Managed to trade in a dead telephone. Think about it. Somewhere, there is a company that purchases our garbage, and we get a working unit in return (OK, some money also traded hands). When the email arrived, I was on it. A proper box, some suitable packing paper, a short note that identified the garbage sender and the job was done. Way cool!
We also “eliminated” an old server. Large enough that it took two of us to lift it onto the dolly for it’s final journey (to the loading ramp). Nary a tear was shed. We’re slowly moving the “monsters” out, and virtualization will be the saving grace for the generation that follows.
