I was on my own again this morning. Answering the phone, answering the door, dealing with examination candidates, dealing with students.
A sales guy called, asking to speak to me. I had to pretend that I wasn't me, and that the person he wanted would be back in the afternoon. Next time he calls I'll have to tell him that the person he wants has been killed in a tragic accident involving an electric stapler.
Sent an email to Robert X. Cringely asking him to make a sequel to Triumph of the Nerds. I doubt he'll reply.
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