It’s his signature.
Thatched shoes.
Cloven hooves? Seems correct.
The 300 baud modem could still outrun my ASR33.
“Alas, the Madonna does not function”
4-0859 is what I grew up with. A party line before that.
I always described the canned stuff I grew up with as ‘pond scum in vinegar’.
There was a very odd facilities guy at my company who, when attending to the safety bulletin board in the main hallway, would surround himself with 4 or 5 large orange traffic cones.
Factory air conditioned air from our fully factory air conditioned factory!
Jenni-cam. You just beat me.
It’s his signature.