Watching others disassemble the machine, not the code
More snow overnight. No longer any need to prefix that with “new”. Only the dog hides a mood of dismay.
Mind you, that was the least of worries for some of the areas to the north, and west and south of here. The waters are rising; according to CBC, fully 60% of one small town is now wet. In the Beauce, certain streets now have cover up to 2 meters in depth. An early start to the boating season, if nothing else. Listening to one announcer (a former student) going on about things being “completely submerged”, I felt as if I was right there on the shore…
At work, the backup tape server is out of service. Imagine my curiosity when I found the programmer and the analyst trying to take the beast apart, in the poor light and frigid temperature beneath the air conditioner. Yes, with parkas donned. I did suggest simply moving the whole unit (a 2U) into another part of the office. They didn’t, and I left them to their own prevarications (after downloading the service manual and showing them the easy way to remove parts).
The Ford Mustang is fifty! Back, thirty years ago, I “shared” one for a winter. As a passenger, usually. Not much room when you filled the back seat with a couple of bags of groceries. No wonder the car never caught on as the choice of expanding families. Car seats in bucket seats; impractical.
After a week in hiding, the former premier handed over the keys to the office to the new premier. Now if the signs can come down, I’ll be satisfied.
