Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Thursday, April 28, 2005
HUSH MY MOUTH
Okay, the times they are a'changin'. Look at the bloggers. See the bloggers misspell, make typos, fail to capitalize, fail to punctuate. It is a personal journal for goodness sake and they are letting us look. The old, non-managers should not criticize or even consult for that matter. Enjoy the content and move on. I am old and old school. Perhaps I will change to be more "in". Forgive me all ye who have been offended by my unsolicited judgement.
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sometimes you have to stop trying to teach the old dogs new tricks and just realise that they are just old dogs :-)
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