fighting the lack of good ideas
So I write this note to tell you of my plight At the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly gray So I write this note to say why Paddy’s not at work today While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks…
To the Irish! As copied from Wikipedia: Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin Street A gentle Irishman, mighty odd; He had a brogue both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now, Tim had a bit of the tipplers way With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born…
I just had a great week. From the afternoon (UTC) of 28 Nov through the afternoon (EST) of 7 Dec, I had no internet access. And until 0100 (EST) of 7 Dec, I had no access to my phone. It was phenomenal. And I didn’t miss anything “important”, either. This is the first multi-day break…