ignatz (10/07/82)
This is a waste of the net; but I think you all would find this interesting. We had our weekly dart match Tuesday nite, and, as usual, had a few libations. Quite a few. In fact, I came home rip-roaring polluted, and still had this memo to enter for a 9 AM meeting...in 5 hours. As I was bemusedly trying to think, the ceiling fell down. Literally. On my head. Plaster, dust, and all. (Apparently, a well-concealed leak weakened it...) Do you know how MUCH an adm3a doesn't like plaster and dust on its keys? Do you know how MUCH *I* don't like plaster and dust on my frail noggin'? Do you realize that there are 59 keys on the adm keyboard, counting the space bar? And that you can take all 59 off and clean them? And that you have to if your ceiling falls on them? But the Cobra phone answering machine didn't mind too much; so, if resistance to falling plaster is a concern in your household, I recommend it. I didn't make it to work today. You can't imagine what a it does for a killer hangover to have the ceiling fall on it. Just looking at the mess around me is too much. Goodbye! "So you thought YOU had a bad day", Dave Ihnat ihuxx!ignatz