Dear Diary, Could not sleep. Painful injury during Wanga Pangy nook nook dance keeping me up tonight. Must remember to purchase extra ace bandages in morning.

Well, I'm glad I don't work for IBM.

http://www.ibm.com/search/?lv=c&o=0&en=utf&v=14&lang=en&cc=us&q=%22april+30,2007%22&x=8&y=6

and

http://www.infoworld.com/article/07/05/15/ibm-union-calls-work-stoppage_1.html

Maybe I should buy some calls on IBM.

http://www.pbs.org/cringely/pulpit/2007/pulpit_20070504_002027.html

Looks like he thinks it's not a good idea.

I don't think Mister Crinkly understands automation. Perhaps he is more concerned with the impact to native peoples and their weekend cultures. I applaud that sort of humanitarianism but I believe it will not serve Mister Crinkly when describing the borg. Autonomous automation factories do not have weekends.

Of course, this later post of Mister Crinkly is a remediation of the severity, but nowhere near a realization of cause and effect and affectations for decades...

http://www.pbs.org/cringely/pulpit/2007/pulpit_20070511_002058.html

whereas IBM has new tech and it's mad and a long way toward autonomous and the "developers" are intended to be the "users" so why do they need "IT" when IT is the one quantity in software delivery and pricing that gums up the works... as it is carbon based.

Dear Diary, Heard from a friend Verizon has told the Networx people they will be getting 400Gbps delivered across a single optical fiber. Well, isn't THAT nice. Maybe now my love will call or at least phone the florist.

One would think my trials and recent harrowing escape with the Wanga Pangy would earn at least some sympathy, but noooooooooo. I must write about my experiences one day but I am far too traumatized to blog. Maybe I'll just blot.

I had to move out of "our" bungalow. sigh. Have stashed wedgies and what-knots at buddy Morrie's place@ http://vcsy.blogspot.com/2007/05/allow-me-please-to-have-shat-brickette.html where I crash broken hearted and out of baked beans every lonely night.

Wail on sailor.

Nobody believed me when I said the Cruz patent could bring about terabit per second speeds across optical fibers. Nobody ever believes poor Rastamapoo.

Wish I had Fluffee my pet stuffed rabbit to hug and squeeze all night. He was a lot more lovable before he got stuffed. G'nite cruel world.

Day one went rather unremarkably. Filmed a war dance in the village and dispatched those snaps to the museum. Splendid shots of wanga pangy tribes people in characteristic battle dress. The men wear a zoot suit made of zebra skins and appliqued monkey paws. The women wear a toga of bubblewrap and have what may only be described as Wilma Flintstone hairstyles with a chicken bone or beef rib bone at the top. Hopefully friendly I offered them our home address although most wanga members rarely stray from familiar turf. Perhaps this was a mistake as I forgot to turn the comment recorder off back at the hut.