After four years of my servitude I was issued a new computer today by my benevolent employer. This one doesn’t sound like a Cessna plane engine when it starts up and doesn't appear to have all those fun viruses that my old computer had.
I was pretty happy until I realized that I needed to go through and reset everything as it had been. It was a bit like waking up and discovering that someone had moved all the trees and changed their color.
Read the crazed ranting of a nutjob judge-killer.
Huh? eBay-style banking? Is this a good idea?
Here's a random flashback moment: When Naughty-by-Nature's song "O.P.P." first came out, I remember a girl on the school bus singing the chorus (that was the most us white suburban kids could accomplish; the lyrics are spoken far too quickly) and then saying to me in hushed tones, as if she were sharing the biggest rudest secret known to man: "You know what that means, don't you?"
"No. What does it mean?"
"Uhm. Shut up. It doesn't matter."
Another flashback: The Fat Boys.
Good name for a band: Wayward Iguana.