| Mar 4,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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1:50 pm
Sitting in the web department. Waiting for some manager to come back so I
can be in a meeting where we will discuss something to do with the
gargantuan web page I've almost finished. The topic is "Links to software
which does not exist yet". Hmm. Well while I have some free time I figured
I may as well update. This page is on Sark. Sark sark sark sark. YEssss.
Sark is the name of the PPro 200 I work on in Technical Support. Its name
used to be "Tech6". How bland. SO, now it's a big fun web host and
everything. Hopefully its DNS entry will propogate across the net quickly
and you will be able to see this.
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| Childhood story time. | |
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When I was in kindergarten, My family lived in a three story townhouse.
One of the pieces of furniture we had was a coffee table with a glass top.
One day my little brother (Ian) (I know you read this Ian.) was playing
with something on the glass table, amused by its unusual texture. Ian was
about 2 years old at the time. Maybe 3. Then we
hear a loud splintering crash, kind of like a glass tabletop breaking. The
next thing I see is my mother flying across the room to tend to my
brother, whose hands and arms had been slashed open by shards of broken
table. And as he inspected his bloody dripping arms he only said "Juice!"
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