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
Happy New Year
Monday, April 23, 2018
Question Of The Week 04-23-18
Would you be comfortable if you are in a public restroom and someone is on their phone in a video chat?
This week's QotW was inspired by a recent post by ESR