OBIT

Or Ode to Mac. May he rest in peace.

The dedicated and charming yet geriatric and senile Mr. Mac Powerbook showed no signs or symptoms of illness (this time) until unexpected time of death: 16:45:00 on 11/15/2007. He stroked out during an Entourage function and was unrevivable. His caretaker and next of kin, Queen B, defribulated several times with the assistance of residents, but Powerbook denied resuscitation. Queen has requested that a specialist be called in to adequately diagnose the situation and determine if Powerbook is a good candidate for resurrection. If Chief Surgeon Crouch or Chief Resident Randa are unable to perform a successful operation, Powerbook may have seen his last days on Earth. And if he unfortunately bytes it, then a private viewing and wake will be held on November 16 at 4:00 pm, Orpheum Theatre at 200 N. Broadway. Mr. Powerbook is preceded in death by his great-grandfather, Commodore 64 and his long lost cousins Floppy Disk and Win Dows.

In other words, CODE BLUE BEFORE I BURY THIS FLIPPIN LAPTOP!!!!

(Queen B's code blue proclamation to agency computer doctors today. Its unfortunate demise translates into being dead at work ((pun entirely intended)) for a good majority of the day tomorrow. Or so it usually goes. How did we work before computers may I ask? Oh, yeah. Those things called typewriters.)