Tales of the Admins

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Hoodlum had awoken from what appeared to be a slightly longer than usual hibernation period. He couldn't
really put his finger on it, as nothing had really changed in any way at all.
Putting your finger on it, or not being able to, was something to do with the Dean Uncertainty Principle. It
seemed to leave you with the feeling something was sort of there, possibly in the corner of your eye, but
you couldn't actually, well, kind of put your fing... You get the drift anyway.
The Planet Forum Whine Drive which kept the place operating now, seemed to be running at it's usual one
hundred and three percent efficiency level, something that never failed to amaze. How come it couldn't be
tapped elsewhere. It's awesome capabilities surpassed even that of theoretical cold fusion.
He reached for the Miller tap, and poured himself another cup of coffee ...

"Good to see the really important things don't change."

He muttered to no one in particular, as the Canarian caffeine, with the minuscule addition of Cardamine hit
the spot.
He leaned over and hit the comm button ...

"Del, about that cock up. We could always blame the new guy, easy target. Or I have a list of feasible excuses
here from the Great Book of Extenuation, you know, being left handed, borrowed laptop, no mouse, first taste
of Windows 7. The list goes on. All very viable according to the tome."

He sipped his coffee again, and slipped into contemplating the meaning of green holes in the universe.
And the twenty three beautiful permanently blooming daffodils in their Discordian urn.
Sadly some things do change ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."