February 8, 2005

  • Update


    The comp is still in the shop, comp doc is incommunicado, Kathy is afraid she may never see her beloved (albeit obsolete–it runs on voltaic cells) computer again.


    I am about ready to track the SOB down, do a Hannibal Lector on his ass, give the organ meat to the critters  and make make jerk jerky with the rest.


    The moose still has not risen from the dead.  I guess the Piscean Age is finally over after all.

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