All this to spend an entire. blamed. day. working on fixing and/or finding a substitute for Some Small But Critical Equipment that decided to go belly-up overnight and for which -- oopsie! -- we had no backup. After pricing state-of-the-art replacements, that little oversight stopped bein' a mystery. Alas, it left little time for snark. (Considerable for fretting, bad theories and perspiration and not a little "Your Complex And Critical Device Has Suffered Non-Recoverable Error And Must Be Shut Down." Yes, and then wrapped in tinfoil an' buried at a crossroads in the dark of the Moon, too, I bet. You can't hardly get good newt any more).
...No time for snark except perhaps this observation, that is: the hippies are enthusiastically voting for a candidate with the shortest hair since Eisenhower while conservatives look pull the lever for a fellow with hair down well over the tops of his ears (and maybe even on his collar in back!). How'd this happen? Real Life: way more rich and complex and filled with bulldoodle than any book or film!