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Happy Birthday, Old Buddy Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 12:26 a.m. Dave Marron called me from his work last night. On Sunday, one of the people he works with farted around and sort of finally showed up at work for his evening shift about 100 minutes late. Dave had an epiphany last night, and called me. "What time was the Super Bowl over last night?" he asked. I told him and he said "Ahhhh HAAAAAHHHhhhh" in his best Snidely Whiplash voice. I do believe somebody is going to get a dressing down in addition to the writing up. --- John took Monday off and for breakfast, he went to the store and bought a package of sausage for me to pan fry. I guess he takes 'Ground Hog' day seriously. Heh. We ate sausage, and then fell asleep. Breakfast went *clang* in our bodies and just absolutely forced a nap on us. --- It's Dave Marron's birthday today. I forget how old he is, but he's way up-a yonder here with me. We're like, a year and something apart, I think. And I think I am older. But I don't remember for certain. Dave shows up whenever I'm broken, and fixes just enough of what's the matter with me that I can make it the rest of the way out of the gully myself. And I adore him for it. Thank you for remembering who I am, Dave. --- Yesterday, Diaryland wouldn't let me in. But it's doing so now, thank goodness. My brain is tired. Since I am on AOL, was using an independent browser for surfing, and on the Macintosh platform, I qualified for the job. Job? ... Why yes. I assisted in some troubleshooting for The Man Behind The Curtain, alias this guy. There are nineteen 'hops' between me and Diaryland, did you know that? I didn't know that until I downloaded Whatroute and fired it up. What a cool little program. Anyway, whoever Andrew tracked down and stomped on finally fixed what was wrong and I'm able to use Diaryland again. So, thanks, boss. :) --- Nineteen hops. It's a wonder anything on the web works at all. As you know, in 1989, Tim Berners-Lee was bitten by a radioactive spider. And the rest is history. ---
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