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Apparently, zombie space monkeys have eaten my brains. Two hours trying to debug something, and the answer is sitting in the messages file. Which I should've known, had my brains not been consumed by undead extraterrestrial simians.
But! Reason I love these folks #247: In honor of my five years with the company, I was just presented with two bottles of pinot noir made especially for me by one of the folks I work with. How cool is that?
But! Reason I love these folks #247: In honor of my five years with the company, I was just presented with two bottles of pinot noir made especially for me by one of the folks I work with. How cool is that?