Love carpaccio, which is pretty raw.

Robin forgot to mention Allyson's FANTASTIC HAIR.

I was going to say.

Tommyrot, there's still enough time to purchase a TiVo, set it up and have it running and ready tomorrow night - really!

Sorry I missed the AM's discussion about programming skills versus job descriptions. I do program, and aside from a half-handful of academic courses taken after I was already working as a programmer and formal training workshops in specific software, I'm a learn-on-the-job worker.

The most useful course I took was Data Structures and Algorithms, in which we not only covered much of the basic theoretical aspects, but we did it by programming memory-resident utilities in Windows under C++. For a night school course, come to think of it, it was damn ambitious.

But the thing is, in the first nigth of the course, the professor explained what we would be covering, and then said something that still sticks with me: "I know that some of you here must make a certain level of grade in order to be reimbursed by your jobs. I do believe that everyone in this room can master this material. But what you should realize is this: Anyone can learn to program, but not everyone can be a programmer. You should authentically enjoy the work if you're going to prosper in a career as a programmer."

I don't know that I've ever actually eaten veal, other than parm, which eh. Raw beef I am ALL OVER.

I just went through the whole process of setting up my work voicemail, only to discover that the message I had was a wrong number. Ah well. At least it's done now.

And I finally have my cell phone ringer loud enough that I can hear it outside, which makes it really embarassing when it rings inside.

I finally have my cell phone ringer loud enough that I can hear it outside, which makes it really embarassing when it rings inside.

I might settle for switching my no-I-was-just-ten-feet-away-not-screening embarassment for yours.

Of course, the times when I switch the ringer off and forget to switch it back on are only my fault.

Eek! Raw meat!

Of course, the times when I switch the ringer off and forget to switch it back on are only my fault.

Yeah, I do that too. Eh.

Eek! Raw meat!

Call it carpaccio, think of it like (extra) rare roast beef, and it's not so bad.

I always have my phone on vibrate, so if I can't hear it, chances are I'll notice my bum buzzing.

I always have my phone on vibrate, so if I can't hear it, chances are I'll notice my bum buzzing.

People using their cellphones as primary lines is becoming more and more popular. But my land line rings loudly, even if it were just the one unit (I have three, all told), and has a red flashing light that means I can tell if I have messages from really far away.

My cellphone, on the other hand, was purchased explicitly for its smallness, so it's tucked in the side pocket of my main bag, where I can't feel it vibrate unless it's on my lap (quick break for Wonderfalls flash), and I just about never remember to check messages unless I'm plugging it in to recharge.

Mine warbles at me in a different tone than a regular ring if I have messages.