September 3rd, 2007
Less talk, red rum
I know the server has been down a lot recently, I’m sorry. Please write your local congressman and tell him to vote through the appropriations bill I put together to move AT to a dedicated server with a different host. But first we have to straighten out domain registration ownership.

This sign has been in my office a long time, longer than I have, in fact. It’s origin can only be told by probably three people in the company, but I didn’t feel it was prudent to ask them about it before I rescued it off of the “disposal heap” from last week’s spring cleaning. Someone might remember where it came from and get nostalgic, someone with seniority over me.
But now, it’s mine, bestowed with hardly masked indifference by our operations officer. Though it’s been a long time since I’ve had Abercrombie girls up on my walls, and in general one could say I have been moving towards a more adult-contemporary decor (well, aside from the Love Hina collector’s wall clock), I think this is a much needed step back to my roots. Call it a mid-life crisis regression, thirteen years early. In any case, it’s here now, glowing blithely on top of my dish carts, until it’s properly installed on the wall.
Look forward to seeing it for when you eventually come to visit, because as they say at Motel 6, “We’ll leave a light on for you.“

September 4th, 2007 at 1:46 am
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