Dry skies

We picked up just a few showers last night. None of the thunderstorms materialized. The neighbor's forsythia is further along than ours, but the flowers that Sandra has planted look a lot better. Everything needs rain, though.

Three monks are kneeling at the altar, praying. One monk says, "Oh, Lord, I'm not worthy." The second monk whispers to the third, "Look who thinks that he's not worthy."

What's the most popular gaming system these days? Sony's PlayStation Portable (PSP). It's available at Toys-R-Us, giving you an idea of the target market. So, it makes all kinds of sense that the hottest accessory for this 'toy' is a free download from Playboy.

Let's see. IBM is selling its PC business to Lenovo, who, in turn, is outsourcing the manufacturing of laptops. At some point, we're going to find that all of the world's manufacturing is done by one guy in a thatch hut in a small village in a small island in the South China Sea.

There's a company meeting this afternoon in the building next to mine. The company had another very good quarter. Sandra will ride on the bus from her building in the other town, traveling with a friend of hers who completed the Boston Marathon on Monday. There will be an acknowledgement of the runners at the meeting.

I received a call from a recruiter, discussing a software quality assurance job. For a variety of reasons, it's probably not going to be a good fit, but it's nice to get the calls. I've picked up some interesting new assignments at my current job, so I have plenty of interesting work ahead.

Happy Birthday, Adam.