Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Victorians didn't wear pretty panties Now, I also showed up as Hestia, which works for me too, but I have always been fond of Athena, so I'll keep her. One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather - woke up today to a blanketing fog drifting all over the greater tri-state area, as the weather forecasters like to say. It's still warmish out, but the drizzle makes it a little gloomier, although I have to say I enjoyed the white drifts of fog that covered up most of the suburban ugliness. By this weekend, it'll be colder, but I will be heading up to State College to return a couple of library books and have a little fun. Of course, there will most likely be snow on the ground up there, so I will go prepared (parka, boots, team of sled dogs...) Yesterday at work was spent trying to fix a frustrating computer problem. Thankfully, the intern who worked on it over the summer, and also experienced the same problem, was kind enough to come back by here and show me what was going on. She's a very nice person, and I have to remember to take her out to lunch at some point. We bonded over the summer, when there was nobody in the department but me, and I was brand new, and she was the experienced one who was steering me through the rocky shoals of the database system (Which, ironically enough given the above Greek reference, is called ARGUS). So all of today will be spent actually carrying out the repairs, which involves renaming a file in three different folders, and then dragging them all over to a different drive, and then going into ARGUS and renaming all the image files to reflect the new names of the other files. If you hear screams echoing from the Washington, D.C. area, you'll know why - it'll be me on the roof flinging my computer over the edge. Bemo bought me pretty underwear. I knew there was a reason I married that man. Two pairs of panties, in a red plaid and a blue/purple.green stripedy design. Here is your daily Valentine's Day ditty:
Makes your teeth hurt, yeah? Those wacky Victorians...they had wild pornography, you know. All that repression has to come out somehow. 9:50 a.m. - 2002-02-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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