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Oy. I have a headache. I just got home. Long day at work. Something interesting:

Bon Jovi Concert

What I really want is the footage of Triumph at the Grammy's talking to Jennifer Lopez:

"Jen-e-ferrr, your ass is like the Mount Everest for dogs!"

07.27.02

2:43 pm
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Berke Breathed

So this is the first I could post today, but all I really have to say is one cool story:

I came back from buying sweet corn and chicken (Heathrow and I made the office lunch today) and hit the space bar on my machine, as it had gone to sleep. Internet Explorer was open and across my entire screen was a window with the site http://www.sysadminday.com open. It was Systems Administrator's Day today. Jay had opened the page to say Thank You to me for what I do. Which is so sweet. So I opened it up on Duff's for good measure.

Jay is a very sweet guy. And I now have a "Day".

I want a month.

Random thoughts:
We went to Patina today to find a hula girl for the Crazy About Cars project. I found an Action Jesus action figure and decided that I needed one.

I reedited my Saturday. I'm not good at spontaneous thoughts.

Random ancestry story: Rumor has it that I have a relative that was a soldier in the German army during WWII. He was plotting against Hitler and was discovered. He was given the choice of jumping out of a plane sans parachute or meeting with Hitler.

He jumped.

I always questioned the story because I wasn't sure how someone in our family would know what actually happened to him.

Another random ancestry story: My cabin is in rural Wisconsin (Port Wing). During Prohibition it was a bar. They brewed corn beer in the basement and had dribble glasses at the bar for newcomers. They even had a sandwich (The Hilltop) that was an open-faced sandwich Dad still makes. Al Capone and his gang hung out in nearby Cornucopia, Wisconsin and funded the boys club there. Apparently one day Al needed a ride home to Chicago and asked my grandfather to drive. I've seen the remnants (I have shot glasses) and believe the story.

On my Mom's side, photography is a big thing. My grandfather was in WW2 and worked counterintelligence in England. He has flak photos of the war. I have a map that supposedly hung in war rooms to educate the soldiers to the area. I also have photos he took and his dog tags.

Simpsons thought:
There was a Simpsons quote in the episode tonight: All in all, it's been a weird, weird lottery. —The End.

Interesting quote. I think I may devote a moment or two tomorrow to see if I can track it down. It's definitely from a short story. Maybe The Lottery. Which would, you know, make sense.

There's a documentary on Children's Memorial in Chicago on tpt2. There were two liver transplant possibilities and one cancer survivor. They brought in a liver for transplant. Apparently now they can segment a donor's liver so several children can get a new liver. They have to sew up 400 (400!?!) different blood vessels to ensure that no blood spurts from the liver once transplanted. I can't imagine the skill that is needed to do that and do it with the utmost urgency and skill. Medical advances both amaze and scare the hell out of me.

Switching tracks again: Soldiers are perhaps the most under-appreciated people on the face of this earth. I remember being young and thinking how horrible it was that Vietnam vets were spit upon when they returned. They weren't making the decisions. They were following orders and trying desperately to stay alive. To go thru hell and back and then come back to the protests is, to me, unconscionable. I'm guessing I just spelled that wrong.

I'm heading over to Shannon's tonight. I hope it's quiet. My brain can't handle the regular menagerie of stinky punks and Charlie and whoever else wants to stop by. Hurts my brain.