Friends,
Work. What can you say? The medical systems I’m responsible for have decided to pitch a fit, leaving our family health clinic in America’s Finest Decent Satisfactory Declining Doomed City without their electronic charts. Fine, they can break out the ballpoint pens and legal pads while I fix it. We’ve had a good run of uptime, so they’re not too upset.
I’m anxious to get in on the burgeoning Bismati rice futures trading market, considering our global food crisis. I don’t really know how to get started though. By the way, can we blame Al Gore for this too? The corn to ethanol thing we can totally pin on his biofuel ideas, but rice? We’ll see.
The very big problem is that the spambots have started using bob [at] bobtherieau [dot] com for their evil ends. If you’re sending email then, please use info [at] bobtherieau [dot] com instead. Thanks China! (Just asking, is this the next salvo in their information war with us? Fun thing to think about, no?)
So, um, good times! Whee!
Your pal,
– bob