11:40 AM The reports of my demise have been exaggerated.

Notice I didn't say greatly exaggerated. It's been a long week.

I actually wrote a post for Wednesday, but forgot to hit the "update" script. That in and of itself would be a minor problem, except that one of the things I mentioned in the post was that I wouldn't make any updates at least until Saturday, and likely not until Monday. I was out of the office Thursday and Friday moving to a new apartment, and Saturday and Sunday were spent on unpacking, resting, and catching the mother of all cold/flus. Piffle.

I did get my faster net connection at home - a brand new cable modem. Not the best of choices, but compared to my old connection - a 33.6 modem - very speedy. Eventually it'll be replaced by a T1 from iTOOL, but that's a month or three down the road.

And now, it's time for more medication, and I have to rebuild two IBM NetFinity 7000 M10s and ship them to Texas by Wednesday. I won't go into details except to say that installing NT on these machines is only slightly more painful than ripping a claw hammer out of your nose. I've done it several times - it doesn't help that these machines are kind of old and not very reliable - and it just doesn't get any better. Which, I suppose, means I should go get to it. Later.

This day eaten by the apparent mother of all cold/flus

This day eaten by the apparent mother of all cold/flus

8:15 AM I say APPARENT cold/flus because that's not what it was. After my fever spiked above 102 F late Monday, a visit to ye old family physician revealed that it was, in fact, Severe Bronchitis and walking Pnemonia. None of this wimpy flu stuff for me, damnit!! When I get sick, I get SICK!

I am back at work today, however - not entirely well, but no longer contagious - and if I have to be here, you have to listen to me. <G>

Spent a lot of time over the last couple of days flat on my back watching Daytime TV, realizing just how stupid these shows are. I vaguely recall, as a child, seeing soap operas and talk shows while hoe sick, and thinking they were pretty boring. But this was rediculous. I mean, we've all heard the Jerry Springer jokes. That's one of the funnier songs on Wierd Al's latest album, in fact. But I had never SEEN it. But, as I surfed through the mindless quantities of broadcast bandwidth, I came across it, and decided to see what the fuss was about.

Wow.

My main thought, after watching the show, was that breeding should be a privelage. Not just the guests on the show, either, I'm talking the audience, the producers, the executives who approved it, the whole ball of wax. These people are nuts. To polish it off, I watched Bob's favorite show last night, West Wing, and the President made a similar comment; he was in bed with the flu, apparently, watching TV, and trying to figure out the soap operas. His Chief of Staff comes in, and he asks him,"

"Leo, I saw this show where the host was asking this panel of young women questions. Now, it seems that they were all upset because their boyfriends had cheated on them with their mothers. Then they brought the boyfriends out, and they all started fighting, right there on TV. Now, Leo, tell me - these people don't vote, do they?" Sadly, Mr. President, they do.