Blog of Billy

The week continues. Today at work, at the beginning of a memo I wrote to document changes in a script I wrote to watch mail logs, I included the following:

Now Terpsichore, my muse, inspire,
And fill the logs with mail desired!

Yes, I invoked the muse. It's like I'm Virgil, but not dead. Or a chicken. Scott would be proud.

I have but one final left. Wish me luck, or at least a Muse that can operate a calculator.

Everybody from every hood bang your head