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A gift to me, originally uploaded by carl.setzer.

A thank you gift for a project I helped out with last week. I’m actually quite interested in trying this.

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Guard, originally uploaded by carl.setzer.

Guarding the entrance to thus week’s meeting space. Same building as
the Halo team.

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Easter Haul – 1st Edition, originally uploaded by carl.setzer.

Another hunt next week.

Just an FYI to everyone out there, I’ve noticed that Outlook 2010 captures pictures from social media sites, most commonly Facebook. This includes people who are not in my address book. If you send me an email, it looks like Outlook will compare the email to the social media sites and locate any pictures associated with it. So, if you send me (or someone around here with 2010) a resume (for instance) and have your profile picture set to a drunken, naked, or otherwise inappropriate pose, we’ll all see it, in all its glory.

 

 

 

 

"Email is such a funny thing. People hand you these single little messages that are no heavier than a river pebble. But it doesn’t take long until you have acquired a pile of pebbles that’s taller than you and heavier than you could ever hope to move, even if you wanted to do it over a few dozen trips. But for the person who took the time to hand you their pebble, it seems outrageous that you can’t handle that one tiny thing. ‘What pile? It’s just a pebble!’" ~Merlin Mann

 

Merlin captures one of my key aggravations in life: those folks who cannot comprehend that there is more going on in someone’s life than their request. At this point, if someone can’t comprehend that I have hundreds of emails in my inbox, and that sometimes it takes time to weed through them, then I just smile and go on with my life. There’s nothing more I can do. That person lives on a completely different planet than me, for all practical purposes.

 

 

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