What I wonder about it is, "Does the disappointment stem from what it couldn't produce or from what it did?"
And from overheardinnewyork.com, this gem:
The Penthouse Belongs to His Brother Who Bought into the Lie Little nephew: The kids who celebrate Kwanzaa at my school said that Santa Claus doesn't exist. via Overheard in New York, Apr 8, 2007 |
Bitter? Party of one? Yes, you, the "drunkle." Your table's ready.
I spent virtually the entire day working on my project document. I completed all of the screen captures and placed them all within the document with section numbers.
Between now and Thursday, I need to update all of the text in the tables under each of the screen captures—cross referencing requirements, dependencies, accessibility guidelines, and associated key path scenarios. A lot of work, but quite doable by Thursday.
I met Joe at his house at around 8:00, where he practiced his presentation on icons on me for his interview tomorrow morning. I also loaned him my flash drive.
I went into IBM, where I scanned in my edit for Christie and e-mailed it to her.
I left there at just after midnight, and I stopped by Legends on the way home to check out the show. That Dana St. James is just something.