You’ve been waiting for this all week unless you don’t read this until later. Then we can say you may have waited for this day all week, but, because it’s next week sometime, you just can’t remember what you did last weekend that you were waiting for all week. (Or even the fact that you were glad the weekend was here at all).
I had some members of the Disc Space Conservation Society over last night for dinner (actually, just one – and she cooked). We were discussing how I’m hoping you’re all erasing these off the server. You can transfer it to your own mail file on your PC, but get it off the server. (OK, we had Taco Salad, that’s what you wanted to hear, wasn’t it).
If you’re wondering how in the world you got lucky enough to get these and want to get unlucky – just e-mail me (please, no rocks through the windshield at 80MPH). If you know someone who wants on, e-mail me or use some other form of notification (again, no rock through the windshield).
This morning, I’m turning the column over to Pat McCollums for today’s dissertation. Again, he found some good stuff out on the Internet. I think he spends too much time net surfing at night. This morning he was complaining because the light bulb in his refrigerator was way too bright.
