Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
O.K., So...
I'm on Facebook. I'm on Twitter. I'm on LinkedIn. I'm using CraigsList. I'm so Web 2.0 that my yesterdays are tomorrows. I wonder if any of this stuff will be of any use, though, in finding a new job...Other than being more timesinks.
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