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Insane weather day here in Seattle: thunderstorms, 60mph gusts, sunny, rainy, cat & dogs, you name it! 1 1/2 hours it took me to get home! This, mind you, is on average a 20 minute commute. Accidents etc. blah blah held up traffic. You'd think that for as often as it rains around here, people would have a better grasp on the basics of driving over wet pavement. Nope. They don't.

I work on what is call the "Eastside." An appropriate if unimaginative name because it's, well, on the Eastside of Lake Washington, across from Seattle.

I lot of the work I do is for this fellow:


Now before you going booing and hissing me or Mr. Gates here, I do not work directly for his company, but with them on various contracts. Let's face it folks, if it wasn't for Microsoft, Seattle would be in a world of financial shit! Myself very much included. I do the goofy little commuter thing, puttering over the 520 bridge each morning and afternoon. Work on my 'puter and head back home. It's not bad. I mountains, water, and sunsets and sunrises. Probably one of the nice metropolitan commutes in the lower 48.

No point here really I guess. I just had a bit of time to think about it while I was sitting in traffic...

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A poem for you(not by me, but still for you):

Breakfast At McDonald's

When the girl behind the counter
says, "May I take your order?"
I look at her sweet smile
and think, "Coffee and a blow job."
I glance up at the menu quickly
and say, "A sausage and egg biscuit."
Sometimes the words that come
out of my mouth amaze me.

- Jose Padua