I’m here in the office watching paint dry.
Literally.
They did a test swatch of new paint.
I’m here in the office watching paint dry.
Literally.
They did a test swatch of new paint.
Almost 80 years later, I drive around in a space age electric car, with a tiny chip inserted into the radio containing dozens of Andrews Sisters recordings. Party, Maxene and Laverne will be with us forever.
Most of my complaints on this blog revolve around items which, I think, make perfect sense if you have the brains a small slug was born with. Such things as, oh, not electing someone to run the world’s 6th largest [more...]
I am constantly annoyed by the constant changing of my passwords for various work-related stuff. I have to keep them written down because I can’t remember so many different passwords, changed so often – [more...]
