Know Knowing Not When to Cut Fish
I baited this idea for a while on the line with the trolls. I have maintained the same Email for some time, perhaps too long, it’s hard to tell. But alas I have broken the mould (intended spelling) on my long-standing bread line. A new but similar addy is now in my possession.
Unlike when you change jobs, where everybody you know, knows. When you just change, you must inform. Its not like a glove. There is no size or pliability. And to those in the know, know I have too many gloves. I need fewer but more multifarious than the last. Something to which I need no subscription.
Fortunately, I have the time to invest in the growth of my address portfolio. Each time I get a pushed point, I either un-sub’ that dicker, or I update my settings, options, preferences, contacts, information, or mail account. Slowly plodding through the deluge and minutiae of two accounts. A good practice in password preferences as well.
So-sa’ ‘yall don’t get offended, I will be updating personages with an addy that will get me hopefully to the next millennium, if not the next few decades. Can you wait for what you want? ‘Sup to youse guys. Not a gonna go at it with the speed of lectricacy.
I did get edjumacated on the possibilities of the “cloud” as well. Remember when your pappy said your head was in the clouds? And that is where people store their stuff? In a distasteful pile of fluff? Nopers, me I am a terrestrial soul. Other than that pilot stuff of course.
At the current rate, Ohms comes over Watts.
Slip in a little sugar today Sydney, French for me.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C.
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