I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

pimm pom at the Crabtree



The sign says, "Thank you for visiting the Crabtree. If you happen to find due to some accident that this has made it home with you, it probably means you had a good time last night. Please return me ..." (Or more or less - can't remember what exactly is on there anymore and the resolution just isn't good enough to read it!)

Drinking on the job again. This time it's Imperia vodka, courtesy of the CTO. (Made of winter wheat from the black soil of the Russian Steppes, it is distilled eight times and then blended with the glacial waters from Lake Lagoda. The liquid is then filtered twice through charcoal and twice again through quartz crystals from the Ural Mountains.)

I used Linux at work today. And I bought a monkey.