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Saint Andy of the Servers
I've been incredibly bored at work the past few days. Really bored. More than usual.
My little workspace is a small cube located inside a much larger cube farm. It's nothing special (well, I'm at the end of a row so I have a window which looks north into the parking lot) so by way of personalization, I've posted registration flyers from various square dance events, conventions and fly-ins I routinely attend. In my boredom, I noticed many of these registrations were out of date so I killed an hour posting updated versions.
One of the new flyers was printed from the DC Lambda Squares web site promoting a particular square dance caller's upcoming mid-Atlantic tour in January. Now every time I look up, I see
otterpop58's furry face smiling down upon me, silently blessing my projects and server maintenance.
My little workspace is a small cube located inside a much larger cube farm. It's nothing special (well, I'm at the end of a row so I have a window which looks north into the parking lot) so by way of personalization, I've posted registration flyers from various square dance events, conventions and fly-ins I routinely attend. In my boredom, I noticed many of these registrations were out of date so I killed an hour posting updated versions.
One of the new flyers was printed from the DC Lambda Squares web site promoting a particular square dance caller's upcoming mid-Atlantic tour in January. Now every time I look up, I see

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But you seem to enjoy showing your rear in your icons. Would you mind if I told you that I think it's a lovely posterior? ;)
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It's not that I particularly want to post my butt, but there are very, very few photos of the rest of me. It seems I have very few friends who own cameras or think to use them, so I'm stuck with recycling a small handful of pictures.
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Post your butt...hmm...*snicker*
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Come to think of it, at a gathering a couple of weeks ago, I was chatting with a friend when I caught an electronic flash out of the corner of my eye. When I turned around, everyone was looking studiously nonchalant and there wasn't a camera in sight. Hmmm...
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Looking forward to the Andy-Rama!
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