One of the stated purposes (purpoi?) of this blog is that it’s a collection of random-access memories – a purpose that’s been sadly neglected of late. Howerver, I’ve got some doozies that came back to me all in a rush, because they’re topical, today being what it is (or was, by now). In the bad old pre-David days, when I was still living the carefree, (bored) bachelorette (lonely) (anti-social) life in Seattle, I used to go out occasionally for holidays like St Patrick’s Day. There are a lot of Irish bars in Seattle, and I lived within walking distance of…
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Something tells me I might need to have quick access to some of these feeds from The Feed Room I spent a lot of time looking at raw feeds (not live) there during the first couple of weeks of the war. There’s been a lot of breaking news in the last few days, and I don’t have good access to news at work unless I walk into the break room where the TV lives. On the other hand, I watched the fall of several statues in Baghdad “live” right here on this computer at work, and also watched a news…
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Yeah, it’s Green Day in America, as in “wearin’ o’ the.” The resident Irish lass on the team, who has red hair and has an Irish surname AND maiden name (and was married at Old St Pat’s, a Chicago landmark) is wearing o’ the green. Various people who aren’t Irish are a wearin’ o’ the green. Since we’re at work, nobody has started in on the pukin’ o’ the green, but it’s early yet.