Bruce Toews (masterofmusings) wrote,
Bruce Toews

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An Update

Hi everyone,

Just a quick update on what's going on in my life.

Still nothing on the job front. I'm really starting to fear they found someone else for the position, though I'd honestly like to know who out there's better qualified for it than I am at the moment. I mean, I'm not one of the world's greatest proofreaders, and I certainly know it, but I'm no slouch at what I do either, and it's not as though there's a whole gaggle of certified proofreaders with ten years' experience and extensive computer knowledge just waiting in the wings. We're not exactly a dime a dozen. The "Who's Who of Braille Proofreading", if such an animal exists, is going to be a rather small pampflet, I should think.

Aside from that, let's see. Today I get a new computer at work, running Windows XP and having, get this, a whopping 512MB of Ram. It doesn't sound like much, but when you've been limping away on 256 MB, ot's a Godsend.

Had a delightful chat with FunBlindSinger last night. Allison, you always know how to make me smile, thank you.

And, let's see, the Bombers are still losing, but I've given up the "no shaving until the Bombers win" crap; they still haven't come up with Coca-Cola-flavored vegetable juice, darn it; I still haven't found a good reason for the existence in nature of porcupines; Douglas Adams is still dead (as is Elvis, I hate to break it to you, folks); I'm hanging in there at an emotional level, though my emotional knuckles are turning white; and pigs have yet to grow antlers. That about sums things up for me these days.

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