The Terminal has life!
OK, now we're talking ... literally. Not to each other yet, but in the ballpark. See The Free Market at the Terminal to know what I'm talking about. H3K has posted some debate starters and my dear secretary Maggie Murdock has thrown her compact into the ring, even. No replies to the original posts yet, but -- having low, low expectatations for the opening day of TermOps because of my neurotic failure wish (not as serious or everlasting as the classic 'death wish') -- I'll be damned if I won't take it!
Let these first salvos be the start of a veritable volley of capital judgment, I say! OK. But it's late and I'm going to bed now. But, like I said, that doesn't give anybody in the Terminal the right to shirk their duties. You hear me, Beddo?
Let these first salvos be the start of a veritable volley of capital judgment, I say! OK. But it's late and I'm going to bed now. But, like I said, that doesn't give anybody in the Terminal the right to shirk their duties. You hear me, Beddo?