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Yeah, I’m still here. Doing okay. Cynthia seems okay too; her phone is hooked up now, internet coming soon, cable less soon. Y’all should call her. Any of our motley crew who wish to call her should telephone her, and I’ve got tha digits if you need them.
Many a man would face his gun, many a man would fall. . .
Just singing along.
I guess I never pointed out that my pictures from last weekend’s football game are up. Of note is the nice panorama I got.
Work now features 94% less stress than it did for the two weeks ending this past Tuesday. Now it’s a bunch of little tasks that are no problem for the terrifying tech support juggernaut juggernerd they call Tony.
Guess what? I’m going to redo my website again! Didn’t I redesign it last month? No. What are you talking about? “Ad nauseum” is hardly strong enough language to describe this. Let’s see, off the top of my head, I can think of 2 on my www4 space, then the one on plutonyum.com with the scary eyes, then the one that is still up but not the front page, then the one where everything was in a vertical column, then the current one. And soon a new one. The reason I’m redoing it right now is because the date & weather don’t line up right on the left side. I’d have to change the text to “wee” or something, but hell, might as well redo the whole works.
I also have to renew my domain name by Nov 3. Don’t want it to get snatched up by, who knows, a porn site. What a sad porn site that would be. “Ha ha! We shall capitalize on the misspelling of a rare radioactive element and profit because. . . . oh hell! We’ll just profit!”