Yeah, the machine you were using last night… well, luckily that’s just the “game box” and media centre. Well, I suppose he could muckety-muck up something but he’s just learning.

(Actually, he’s pretty smart – he installed a game by himself off of my Steam account)

-Brett

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Curious fingers, eh? What was that you mentioned about your oldest messing with the applications from your main computer?

LOL that’s true the iSkin would do that (I just wondered, I had to get one as I used to use one back in ’03-’04 when I had a Ti Powerbook at work – you needed the iSkin or the oil from your fingers would transfer a keyboard pattern to the LCD…)

Believe me I know. The computer has a nice little bag where it lives when I’m not around it. Too many little curious fingers wonder what is that softly blinking light on the front… followed by, “let’s draw on this with a Sharpie!”

-Brett

Brett Legree’s last blog post…viking fridays – the worst sickness.

If I had an iSkin, I think I would have noticed the sticky heat faster. No, I like mine plain vanilla. No one is allowed to eat/ drink near the MacBook, so hopefully other than the usual wear and tear, it will remain safe.

She says, feeling momentarily paranoid…

Glad the visit went well.

Later,

Kelly

Yes, a great time was had by all… one of my young triplets was crying when Francis departed (he’s really good with children).

Hey, do you have one of those iSkin things for your keyboard? I couldn’t live without it.

-Brett

Muggy! (How to get me riled up in one easy lesson…)

On Wednesday, I was siting at home in the evening, blogging my head off. What’s new? Anyway, it was so hot and humid in my living room that my fingers were sticking to each key as I typed. It felt weird but I was so busy I didn’t realize what it was.

It wasn’t until my fingers started making little ripping noises coming off the keys that I figured I’d better get up and turn the a/c on.

UGH. You do not want this.

I hope you all have a grand time.

Later,

Kelly

Awww..dont’ worry. I like to vent about work, but I’m not fuming mad about this (It’s so MINOR compared to the other stuff…it dosen’t even register)

No, I wont’ go into work with a Mad-On. Except for the few minutes I wrote this, I wasn’t thinking about work in the very least. (Except, only to decide which week I want to take off for vacation!)

As for sun…HAH! It’s cloudy, dark, with intermittent showers. Barely reaching into the 70′s. You almost need to wear a sweater outside. Same weather for tomorrow. And for Monday

Please send some of the muggy weather our way.

Anyway, I’m soon on my way to Brett’s (to drink more brown pop). We might even have a bonfire…!!!

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Pity really isn’t enough. My goodness! Treating you like you’re in nursery school. Nursery school for PhDs. Shameful.

You’ll rile yourself up, talking like this, you know. Walk back in to work Monday with “a mad on,” as my mom says. I hope you’re soaking up some sun right now, far from these madding thoughts.

Later,

Kelly

Hahah! I remember it only too well. Yes, I went home, only I got nailed for it.

It was 1:30 PM, stinking hot, no air conditioning. We stuck around our sweltering dark offices until 2:30. There weren’t any bosses around to ask. We had no idea how long the power would be out (it’s not unusual to go down for 4-5 hours at a time, here). So we went home.

The following Monday, I was told that those extra two hours would come out of my own time, because I left early.

I called my Union Rep, and asked, what are the rules, regarding power outages?

The answer was that officially, unless you’re told otherwise, you sit at your desk and do whatever work you can. If your office is unfit to work in, then you go outside, and sit under a tree, and you spend your time reading Quality Assurance Manuals or something.

God Bless the Widget Factory.

Please, sir, may I have some more?

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