I wanted to use the OMF ringtone for my phone. Couldn't find it anywhere.(haven't looked for awhile)Odin wakes with a start before sunrise and the coffee is on. Osteopathic surgeon number one is Monday afternoon, osteopathic surgeon number two is Wednesday morning. Osteoarthritis it is, yet never too much to administer a therapeutic belly rub and chin scratch for Odin.
Spy coolness already peaked, IMO, by the time of Our Man Flint. The memory of the ring tone of Flint's phone still holds a place in my own neural net, and I can hear it quite clearly in my mind's ear. No spy stuff for this little black duck.
Used to be you got your prints rolled to carry press credentials. That's where it started for me. One moment, it seems, I'm pounding concrete with a reporter's notebook in hand, the next thing I'm being "welcomed in" at Ross Perot's old outfit. That company could have been called "Government Contracts 'R Us" so everyone got scrutiny. My boss was a bubblehead (with dolphins).
And as you may well guess by this point my natural view of things, none may be surprised who got called out on the carpet for submitting an expense report cover sheet in a font called Ransom.
The dress code was pretty fierce, especially considering the culture I came from. Yet also used to it as part of my continued financial well-being. "Everyone in here is wearing a uniform," Frank Zappa once told his audience following a highly charged moment of performance art (that upset everyone).
All those work clothes went to goodwill upon my retirement.
Today's clothing situation is a simple matter of selecting something to facilitate a swift evaluation of my foot. New DNR orders to be signed ... happy Monday you GOFs
Good wishes for upcoming medical [stuff].