Goldurnit. One of my most favorite things to do at work is to write emails and SG journal entries. I save 'em to a floppy disk, and send them when I get home. But, alas, my floppy is FUBAR'd.
"It was a really good paper."
I just wrote about VSLF and my trip to Boston. In a nutshell: thumbs-up! Although the weather sucked so hard it was surreal. I mean, come on: snow in April? That's just not on.
I will wax poetic about The Barking Crab, a restaurant with loud fishermen, a kitty curled by a wood-burning stove, a great view of downtown, the best fucking french fries ever, and at least one charming waitress.I thought it was great, and I don't even eat seafood. Oh, and their onion rings were pretty damn tasty as well.
"It was a really good paper."
I just wrote about VSLF and my trip to Boston. In a nutshell: thumbs-up! Although the weather sucked so hard it was surreal. I mean, come on: snow in April? That's just not on.
I will wax poetic about The Barking Crab, a restaurant with loud fishermen, a kitty curled by a wood-burning stove, a great view of downtown, the best fucking french fries ever, and at least one charming waitress.I thought it was great, and I don't even eat seafood. Oh, and their onion rings were pretty damn tasty as well.
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Sorry you were sick during the last NYC outing. You were missed...
also, I fucking hate floppy [drives|disks], they seem to last about a day and a half before something goes terribly wrong