The Occasional Joke

Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving

After nearly a week of carrying on in one way or another with family and friends, I have a boat load of digital media, but I haven't gotten around to doing any editing. So until I do, let's just list the things we're thankful for:

  • The company I work for, for very good reasons, isn't able to outsource things to the Pac Rim or South Asia, meaning that I'm not likely to have to go there. (Unlike a previous gig, when I did.)
  • Linda's job, when she was applying for it, was described as "0% travel," so nobody's likely to send her to Mumbai, either.
  • Coney Dog doesn't have a passport, so ...
  • You get the picture.

Next time I'm rambling on at dinner about how I wouldn't invest a dime of development work in a country that has both a sectarian and a Marxist revolution going on, maybe someone will listen. Probably not.

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