We’ll hire a dog to burn down a hospital
My ticket number was not called for the sweet mousepad and I go home empty-handed.
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But the party afterward was just about enough to make up for it. I think this picture was taken shortly before my third gin & tonic. (So you can only imagine the pictures I took subsequently as that number increased.)
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Yoda speaks on all things Help Desk.
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And speaking of green, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
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It’s your lucky day, as i’m here to provide what you’ve long awaited: a Lost running diary in lieu of a full-length recap! Hooraaaaaay, amirite?! Okay, here’s the truth. I’m in Orlando, had a full day of HDI conference mania, and just got out of the hot tub. Unless I plan on sleeping ’til noon tomorrow (not a good idea), you’ll have to make due with a running diary. I’ll make it up to you next week. Capiche?
9:00pm – No “Previously…on Lost” tonight — that must mean we’re in for an extended length wizbang-o-rama of an episode.
9:01pm – Sawyer’s back after a 2-week absence and has found his way to Claire’s Crazy Hut o’ Stickz. What’s he been up to in the meantime?
This’ll work.
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In Orlando for the annual HDI Conference, my hotel awaits my entrance.
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Thank you, Guard Dumpsters, for taking up two parking spots on a street where they’re at a premium.
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Weather altogether reflective of this day, part II.
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Weather altogether reflective of this day.
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Sign me up!
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Baltimore-Washington International Airport. Amarillo Slim and his businessman compadre order two shots of sasparilla. Jeff eats his chicken sandwich in amusement.
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