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Google today is *way* cute.

What you heard is not what I said.

Lets see, I told you three years ago when we moved the telescope from the southern hemisphere to the north that the computer that does the data reduction is old, slow, and probably won't last untill the end of the project. I recommended to get a new PC, put on linux and fortran, and use the downtime to get the new computer working the same as the old computer. You said we didn't have the time or money to do it.

I told you two years ago that we should replace the computer. You told me we didn't have the time or the money.

I told you last year we should replace the computer. I told you that if it broke it would be like pulling a rabbit out of a hat to get it working again.

This morning, when the computer breaks, don't tell me I said I was a computer magician and could fix anything.

I'll now continue working on the project my job description says I should be working on, and I'll see how long it will take for you to get the computer problem fixed.

I don't know if I'm a dirty old man or not

Coming home from work on Halloween is interesting. We're real near American University, and not that far from Georgetown. It was still light out when I started my drive home, and I got to see lots of tricker treaters of all ages. The problem comes when I can't tell the difference between the collage students and the high school students any more. One is fair game to gawk at, the other gets you 10 years with a roommate named Bubba where you don't bend over to pick up the soap. I passed by one gaggle of tricker treaters, most of which looked like high schoolers, with the exception of one girl/woman, who was wearing a french maid's outfit that would not have been out of place at any fetish event, nice fishnets, and medium sized heels. If she's a college student, great outfit. If she's a high school student, I'm a scum sucking leech.

I don't know what I am.