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Jerry -- The more I learn -- the more I realize how stupid I am.
We'll see how the Christmas lights play, when the real weather gets here. They were out briefly tonight -- thought maybe it was a "series" problem with 'em -- one goes out, fairly easy to isolate -- two, well... Then they came on later, and I noticed one bulb still out -- missed that one.
I can't say I'd mind real curbs and sidewalks there, and some semblance of real lighting -- like, on poles -- soft warm colors, not cold flourescents...
It's all about machines. They make life so easy...
Walt -- Maybe it's my new course, for the underachievers in the Resort Management field:
Dishwashing 101: Know your machine
Next semester we're expanding our offerings, to include:
Dishwashing 102: The Refraction of Water, or -- How To Stay Dry
They both promise to be big hits. I squirt more water than a fireman, throw away enough food to feed an army, play with the mashed potatoes, and all on my own schedule.
That'll be it for this trolling trip. There's a resort needs managing. From the bottom up.
I'm back, fishing familiar waters. Sniffed the bait in the other forums, didn't bite. It's better to let people wonder if you're stupid...
Got past my techno hurdles yesterday -- MySQL tried to throw me some hoops, but I was ready, got that dogie lassoed. Feeling good about myself, went out later for some bluegrass...
There are several beautiful women around town, who can attest to the accuracy of the Dilbert cartoon below --
Wow that looks likes teletype -- causing a momentary flashback -- how'd you do that, Jerry?
Is that font coming back?
I was just trolling, see I got a solid bite. I'll play!! I've got some Vail stories. Like how they stole my friend's invention, to monitor the cable on their new LionsHead gondola, the old one having gone down, taking several people with it... or how maybe it was my friend, who hit that lady on Ledges -- those marvelous cliffs, perfectly spaced for catching 20 yards of air off each -- can't change direction, mid-air -- then there she was, snowplowing across the hill... help soon arrived; there was nothing we could add; we skied off... and the next summer, they blew up those cliffs.
Re/current situation: I'm sure glad Deer Valley isn't my client any more -- about now, Lori would be driving me nuts with "Just one more thing..." They'll get SLAMMED this year!!
Okay, break's over, back for another dive. Todays Dilbert is apropos --
Blah blah. More folks yapping on the public dime.
There is NO WAY anybody can predict anything around here more than three days out -- and half the time, not even then. God just loves to mess with our computer models.
Skunk Cabbage, wooly caterpillars, the Farmer's Almanac -- numerology or dice would be just as accurate. Or biorhythms, based on date of incorporation.
Our record year to date was supposed to be a La Nina winter, drier than normal; the opening was delayed two weeks that year, for lack of snow.
And the LAST thing I want to hear is "two feet tonight" -- an automatic jinx -- see how many times THAT pans out.
It is in this spirit, that I ask you to join me in my reverse-psychology, un-jinx chant:
MORE SUN!! MORE SUN!!
1:12 a.m. -- should read "alleged" culprits.
6:19 p.m. -- Hell, that's how I ended up here. No repair vouchers. Tell the guy I know where there's a shed he can crash in.
They like it better if you blow the smoke in their ear or nose. Then you'll have a Buddy Bear. You can scratch 'em behind the ears, on the tummy...
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