Blue skies and blue screens

The clouds are breaking and there's blue sky above. Unfortunately, there was a blue screen here. The system rebooted right away and is showing no ill effects. My guess is that the combination of USB gadgets wasn't handled well. I'll investigate further.

Yesterday afternoon, people were standing around the break room, shuffling their feet, while they watched the guy from the espresso machine leasing company try to fix the elixir maker. (There were two machines in the building; the other broke last August.) If someone showed up in the parking lot and started selling these personal espresso machines off the back of a truck, well, business would be good. I suppose, however, that some other workers might have to face other types of danger in their jobs.

I cooked the black chicken last night and we may have it for dinner this evening. I hadn't expected that the head would still be on it. Our expectations have been set by Frank Perdue. Chicken beak anyone?

There's a new makeover show on TV tonight called Mobile Home Disaster. You can bet that it doesn't take place in any of these locations.

A few years ago, I visited the Archie McPhee store in Seattle. It's a great place to spend time and money. And even if you stumble on the uneven floors, you can get patched up quickly.

Curt Schilling is on the disabled list, as is David Wells. Schilling's condition, however, made it to the front page, above the fold, in today's Boston Globe.