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(noonish) Trying to get the $wayuppermanager Sheets set up for 2007. Not feeling the love here. The sheets do not love me, and I'm not so sure that I love their programmer.

I am pushing my machine's processing capabilities to the max again. Query that I started immediately I got in this morning is still running. That tells me things that are bad.

1:36pm -- Still running.

I use death metal as a threat to my co-workers. It amuses me to do so. Pandora gives me a nigh-unlimited supply of music. I should really tune a station to "Fucking Obnoxious Tunes", for use as a deterrent should anyone such as LLG invade my sanctuary.

1:52 -- The head Site Services guy, Lobot, is setting up for a meeting here. There is no internet. Nondescript Geek just trotted off to fix that. Not all of the outlets provide us with the internets, and Lobot was confused momentarily by this until the Nondescript Geek explained.

I have a meeting with Sampling, momentarily. I get to help with the thing with the thing, or something like that.

Ah, they have the internets now. They've got a good set of tubes.

I am curious about this meeting. I always want to know everything around here.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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