No problem. I can be all chirpy at you, knowing that you have not yet perfected the technology that allows you to reach through the cell phone connection and strangle me. By the time we see each other, the coffee will have kicked in and you'll be human again.

That will work. At least until I can teach Ozzie to answer the phone. Maybe 8:30?

I have asked around, yes, I do know that chick. Huh. I am startled to find out she's that fannish.

I mean, outside of video games, I'm pretty much the fannishest person at krav.

Isis was a Saturday-morning WW ripoff in the 1970s: [link]

I thought that sounded familiar. I believe I was fan, but I have a very poor memory of my childhood TV viewing.

Well, if my random blue is shouldering some extra for someone else who has way the fuck too much, I'm happy to help. But I'm suspicious the universe doesn't work that way.

Hmm. Two Fridays in a row my boss has called me after 4pm. I wonder if he's trying to be tricksy...

God, I hate left joins (well, not as much as other joins, but still) and I unrelatedly want a toaster where you can program the pattern it burns on your bread.

And a fridge that will present you with softened butter and room temperature eggs at a time of your choosing.

What are left joins? where cars merge in from the left?

What are left joins?

It's what you do to your data after you normalize it.

Access is being a PITA. Still, I'm moving the data to Excel before printing it, so no point continuing to troubleshoot.

Three people have called or come by my cube. I hope I'm safe to leave now.

The giant Ugly Dolls from the Comic Con site are AWESOME! Olivia loves her Babo & Ox.

Tonight we ventured downtown to the riverfront Jazz & Rib Fest where we pigged out on ribs and pulled pork (the kids also had ice cream and an elephant ear).

Tomorrow is a county fair excursion where we will see farm animals, ride rides and eat deep fried cheese until we burst our guts.