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Time's Fun When You're Having Flies

Another day spent digging through files to satisfy some meathead's curiosity. Don't get me wrong, the Freedom of Information Act (and local equivalents) is a wonderful thing, but when you are faced with an archive room the size of Nebraska, you tend to lose perspective.

I've made a concerted effort to minimize any paper files in my possession, preferring to keep everything electronic and easier to index and reproduce. However, typewriters were still a key item around here as recently as Y2K, and we've still got one used for those few forms that haven't been converted to Word. Friggin' Neanderthals, I tell you!

I'll post something suitably manly and testosterone-laden tonight or tomorrow. I feel a shooting range trip might happen in the near future.