Back Home; Roadwork is a Bitch!

Just got back to Texas; spent 7 of the last 8 months on the road as a consultant.
On this trip, I got the undivided attention of a drunken young lady. Normally, this might be flattering; but- in this case- it was delivered head-on, at a relative combined speed of 80 mph, and came in the form of 2 tons of automobile. To walk away from that required the seat belt, the airbag and using up a whole bunch of points with God. She had clipped a SUV with a small kid in it first; glad I caught the attention rather than the kid. I got a sprained big toe and recurring headaches, slowly fading from it. The drunk was lucky, too; neither of us stayed the night in the hospital.

Me in my favorite environment; the mountains 

Welcome to the Musings of a Data Troll

I figured if people in a war zone of Iraq can take the time to maintain a blog (and from which you can find out what *real* Iraqis think, not the ones the Imperial News Media hand select), I can too.

Humor helps one get through the long days, so we'll start with some I've accumulated during my last assignment in Florida:

The difference between the Biblical description of creation (7 days) and the
geological evidence of billions of years? Scope Creep.

The only woman running her fingers through my long, wavy locks these days is my chiropractor when she adjusts my back.

Remember, if you can't laugh at yourself, the world will more than make up
for your lack of participation.

My wife doesn't mind me going to lunch with female colleagues; she's firmly
convinced no woman has as bad a taste in men as she does.