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Is it just me, or does Larry King look - with his long, thin arms and legs, and ridiculously large head - like a doll from a Tim Burton animated movie? Like Corpse Bride?
I know this is really geeky, but whenever I get an email with a subject like, "Increase your tool get unbelievable size", I hope deep down they're talking about my hard drives. I could really use a coupla-terabyte RAID array.
CFO and Lawyer Wife are gone for the weekend. LawOfficeSecretary is pissed that she has to stay the whole workday. Wah, says I. That's the difference between being an employee and being an owner. It's not like there's nothing to do, though I doubt any of it will get done.
We're going to Nebraska this weekend to visit the homestead and pay respects to the Ancestors. We may also make a stop at Morrill Hall at UNL. Jami's never seen a dinosaur skeleton in real life, and I wonder what he'll make of it.
I'm trying hard to justify my Facebook account. There's a whole lot going on there that I couldn't care less about, and I'm on only once a week, if that. I've been "friended" by more strangers than I care to count, and it just smacks of friend collecting, which I abhor. I also don't need virtual gifts, virtual snowball fights, virtual drinks, virtual anything.
And would someone explain to me why, if I want to send a message asking "who the hell are you?" to someone who wants to friend me, why I have to give that individual access to my personal profile for a month? Am I the only person who finds that mind-blowingly counter-intuitive?
The only reason I joined was to keep in touch with folks from high school, people I never see except for the odd class reunion. It's a tough question that I'm willing to leave unanswered, but not for much longer.