"Your mission...unh, Clem...should you choose to accept it, is to read this blog entry. By the time you read it, it will have already self-posted on The Internet; if you or any of your team are caught, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of what happened to the donuts, or why the coffee is inexplicably weak."
Tell you what, early comes darned early on the far side of 40. Also, you get watched by chickens; but that's the third semi-obscure reference already. Oh, it's all "Shoes for industry" when things are going well, and never a thought for the poor sods who have to mine them from the primordial ylem.
I'm at work now. I'm hoping to be at the range later, with firearms, camera and "I'm here because you broke something" T-shirt. Let 'em chew on that! --But only figuratively, please.
Working On A Starship
3 weeks ago