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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Saturday, June 09, 2007
THANK GOD FOR SURGE PROTECTORS
Lighting struck our phone on Thursday night It fried the phone lines and the cordless phone, but did not hurt the computer because of the surge protector. Hooray!