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2003-01-13 - 9:08 a.m. Semicolon; Well semicolon. Last week was eaten by three days in 'Contracting Officer Technical Representative' training, blah. The material was dull, the presentation package disorganized, but the instructor - she was one twisted individual who knew her stuff. War stories and practical advice - See, y'all thought I was black, but I'm really white. I've just been burned so often I turned toasty - you go girl. Advice like being careful not writing Stupidhead manager in your engineering log because it could be used in court. Then, one of my teammates pipes up Well, sure, you just write it in code. My log 'reads' professionally, but I have markers and tags and stuff that indicate all kinds of things. Like semicolon meaning 'fuck that' The funnier part was the guy sitting next to her, thinking aloud about all the semicolons in the email she sent him. I thought the ;) was a winking smile. She just grinned, leaving him twisting in the wind, and wordlessly went back to playing solitaire on her Palm Pilot. That is *my* project scientist.
Key lime juice is not, by the way, green. Good key lime pie is close to the color of cheesecake, just a touch on the yellow-green side. Wonder why the food industry feels obligated to artificially color my yogurt? Now I know I made an impression on Comcast. Service had been solid for 48 hours, so I called back the tech again just to let him know it was going well. Oh, I know, ma'am. I check your service first thing every morning. [Long explanation about transmit power being just a bit too high and blowing the signal, the instability in one of their amplifier parts that made the set point vulnerable to severe swings in weather, and how the other electronics in our homes up the noise in the cable line enough that anything set on the set at the edge of the operating range - like my transmit power *used* to be - is vulnerable to loosing it in the evening when everyone comes home and starts using garage door openers, microwaves and wireless phones.] There are few things an engineer loves more than a competent tech. My project is staffing up for our design phase. And, hey, Harry has joined the team. You know, Harry, the other driver in the Monkey story? I walked into my lead engineer's office, did a double take to see Harry sitting there and yelled Kon-nichi-wa! [which is Japanese for 'Good afternoon' and about the only word Harry could ever remember besides 'biru' (beer)]. You recruited Harry. I love working with Harry! The last time we worked together, he almost got me in a bar fight! My poor lead engineer. Guess I better teach him about the semicolon. I have lost my copy of Geoffrie Charnie's writings (14th century instruction matter for the French 'Order of the Star), and it is irritating the piss out of me. I have lost a book. Grrrr. (Roland: Noooo. I did not steal, hide or even see your chivalry treatises. And it's not like anyone else you know would borrow it.) So, with what limited references I could locate, here's your random piece of education on the meaning of a ritual cleansing in the knighting ceremony.
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