Here in the Seattle office we celebrated Adobe’s anniversary with a little party tonight. We rented out this big auditorium-type place and filled it with drinks and games. I spent most of the night playing Texas Hold ‘Em and won $35,000 in fake money. Figures I only win a bunch when I am playing with fake money. They also had a photo booth. We had some fun with that too:
Wow, I was just looking at my minutes used this month and discovered that I am OVER my cell minutes this month. I haven’t been over my minutes in years. It looks like I’m over by $20. So if you call me and I don’t answer, just leave a message and I’ll call you back from another line.
I was cleaning up my old email and ran across this. It’s sentimental because it’s from my Uncle Joe (sending forwards was a hobby of his). Anyway, it was the last forward he sent me before he died:
Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married.
She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.
One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room.
She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a
CUT -glass bowl sitting on top of it.
The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!
When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat.
The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.
“Miss Beatrice”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?” pointing to the bowl.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground.
The directions said to place it on the organ,
keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease.
Do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter.”
Based on recent life events I’ve thought up a saying. Feel free to spread it.
“The truth may not always set you free, but it will sure as hell do something”
-Shawn Deyell 2008