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Obligatory brag about userpic. Hah.

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Grammar Führer

You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your authority. You will crush all the inferior people under the soles of your jackboots, and any who question your motives will be eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane of every other person’s existence, because you’re constantly contradicting stupidity. Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams of a master race of spellers and grammarians frighten the masses. You must always watch your back. If only your power could be used for good instead of evil.

What is your grammar aptitude?

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Except, however, I spell “Führer” with the umlaut.

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And for those of you who missed it on wiki, I present the latest creation after midnight under the influence of a half-gallon of piping-hot mint tea: The Madlicki

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I went to bed at 4. That was stupid. My phone invariably rings by 8:30, so I got: four hours of sleep.

Oh, well. It was the guy from the credit card store, and I asked if they had a referral program. He offered $50 every time I refer a customer to him. Works for me! Now to get the build-your-own-ecommmerce-site system done…

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I figured out what made the dial-up service I run unstable: the server crashes a small part of the time when connecting to the database.

Time to figure out why.

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oregon Oregon is a nice place, isn’t it? Yes, it is. You should live there. So should I. As of now it’s not crowded, but you never know. So ummmm, ok…Oregon….yeah.

What State Is Perfect For You?

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I have no idea why I get Oregon and Carrie gets colorado. Maybe it was the gardening or the poppies.

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I just finished eating french toast made out of Carrie’s Christmas Bread, which is a cross of Challah and Pannetone. Made into french toast, it’s one of the most delightful flavours in the universe: slightly above the bread plain, and slightly below how it tastes when it comes out of the oven the first time.

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Last night: Pizza, wine, good company and egg-nog ice cream. Eating outside with a ton of candles, because it’s that warm. Slept with the window open.

This morning: Cold pizza, dirty dishes, a sunrise straight out of Michaelangelo’s painting.

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Compare and contrast.

Today was calm. The phone rang often, but not excessively. I did not eat much lunch, but I am still acceptably sane.

Yesterday was nonstop phones, people having problems, and the internet connection went down too many times to count.

I think I prefer the former.

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Okay, I’m better.

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Arrrgh. I’m grumpy.

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We woke up to six-am colored grey skies even though it was eight and the sound of raindrops. That’s unusual for November.

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Eclipses are so cool. I got five exposures so far, and I’ll go back out in a moment when it’s out of totality and see if I can get some more.

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Jack Rowe, one of my customers, just called. He said everything was working fine.

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I had the most horrendous day at work. I leave the office phone forwarded to my cell while I’m away, since I don’t have an answering machine yet[1]. It started ringing at 8:30. I worked until 9:50 at home, then the net connection went down. I went to a customer’s house, was there thirty minutes, then headed to work and answered phonecalls until time for choir. I ate lunch with Carrie, but answered phones the whole time.

The mail system was broken due to a whole series of snafus, but maybe, maybe, I can get real work done tomorrow so it won’t happen again.

[1] Stupid voice modem is a hybrid of standard V.253 and not-quite-standard IS-101. I hate hardware manufactuers.