We have four seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction.
Once you think you can't keep them on the line any longer before they hang up on you, say you got the card and read it out to them, but keep messing up the numbers. Correct yourself a few times, and they'll probably ask you to repeat it. When they do, give them slightly different numbers.
Steal the modem and hide it off-site. Then leave for a vacation.
And if the child has an undiagnosed case of malignant hyperthermia? "Lesser-trained" medical professionals should not be messing around with volatile anaesthetics.
You never needed a central server for Git. You've always been able to do "peer-to-peer" distributed development by transferring patches over email, or by setting up a git daemon.
This disorder is called pseudoinsomnia.
Am I the only one who had visions of a real-time strategy game when they read the summary? I thought it sounded like an awesome idea.
Instead what is it? A virtual conference? Lame.
It's a poor workman who blames his tools.