I stopped at the post office yesterday afternoon. It was the Saturday afternoon before Xmas. Mercury is in apparent retrograde motion.
I’d just picked up an afternoon shot of espresso, the sun was out, not a cloud in the sky, I was wearing shorts – although it was a just tad cool for shorts – and there was a large woman, in tears, lugging a large box, complaining to anyone who would listen, that the post office wasn’t open. Late on a Saturday afternoon.
Personally, I’ve had nothing but good luck with the US Postal Service. I’ve had a miserable time with wind, lures, trees, and no fish, but if that’s the worst of it, then what’s the complaint?
I spent the morning working on a little project, something I started researching last week. I was looking for a tiny piece of code that reflected the server’s load at the moment.
So the happy side to Mercury backwards? I got the code to work. Only took about four hours to sort through the configuration, testing, trouble-shooting, then finally getting it to work right. What it does is show the actual number of browsers on the website at the time the page is hit and viewed – right above the text ads. Got it here.
Yeah, well a “five minute installation” will take four hours when Mercury is backward.
There’s a cover song, by the Ataris, of that venerable classic, “Boys of Summer,” with one little change, “Out on the road today, I saw Black Flag sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said don’t look back you can never look back….”
“You never heard that? Dude, I can’t believe it.”
Whatever.
Unrelated ghost stories:
Henry VIII, stalking the halls of Hampton Court?
