Monday
Today was a “dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s” day at work. We spent most of the day getting the offices to look like… offices. I also set up four of the computers on the network. I kept having the overwhelming urge to bitchslap pimpslap the network administrator of the office’s former tenants: What is the point of numbering the Ethernet jacks in the offices if they don’t match the numbers listed in the server room?!?! I spent a lot of the set up time doing trial and error “Is this the right port? No. Is this one…? No.” *sigh*

Tonight was RPG night. No one died nor was there an overwhelming amount of doom. It seems that the party may have found some semblance of “balance” and cohesion. One can only hope…

Stray Toasters
Rule One: No Toasters!
Rule Two: No member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any way at all —
if there’s anybody watching
Rule Three: No Toasters!
Rule Four: Now this term, I don’t want to catch anybody not drinking.
Rule Five: No Toasters!
Rule Six: There is NO … Rule Six!
Rule Seven: No Toasters!

Right. That concludes the readin’ of the rules.

This here’s the wattle, the emblem of our land. You can stick it in a bottle, you can hold it in your hand.

Amen!

Namaste.