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Yeah. Hank Mobley wasn't enough. Miles Davis wasn't enough. And Herbie Hancock wasn't enough. But, play me some 'Tramp and I've GOT to post about it.

I'm listening to Supertramp again. Right now, 'Crisis? What Crisis?' From the original 'Supertramp' through 'Brother Where You Bound' and beyond. I don't know... some tasty, ear candy on those records.

Am I wrong or does this seem to be an IE thing and not something to worry about with Firefox? The HOSTS file affects the Windows system. It will affect IE and Firefox. It makes it so your computer will not and cannot go to 'bad' web sites. It keeps my computers free of viruses and spyware. Just something to consider.

Wes! How the hell are ya? Still keeping our border safe? We miss you around here. You miss me? Yeah, whatever.

And update your HOSTS file. http://www.mvps.org/winhelp2002/hosts.htm

I just watched the Diamondbacks lose... AGAIN.

I started playing World of Warcraft. The game provides hours of hunting, gathering, fighting, and discovering. It seems to have fulfilled my need to hunt for jazz titles since I get to hunt for items in the game. All for only $15 per month. And no need for extra shelf space for the newly-purchased CDs. With my hunting/gathering needs tended to, I've been content listening to the large jazz collection I already own while playing the computer game.

Tee hee hee.

Easy. The Hank Mobley.

Damn, man! Damn. I haven't dealt with the Arizona Unemployment yet. I've been on a severance package and was told by the county office that I wouldn't be able to apply for unemployment pay till my severance package expired, which will be February 2009. I was laid of on August 1st, 2008. When was your date? It looks like I'm down to drinking Old Milwaukee beer (cheap!). Oh, wait... I was drinking it anyway.

When I attended my 'layoff meeting,' the company reserved a conference room at one of the local hotels by the airport. At the back of the room they had cookies, little cakes, sodas and coffee for us. I worked for a software company. I thought the meeting was an introduction of a new support model or a new piece of software the company had developed. Yikes! Within minutes, after we'd all settled down with our coffee and cookies, the man with the suit & tie at the front of the room let us know we were being laid off, a reduction in force (or RIF) he called it. Enjoy your coffee and cookies, ladies & gentlemen, because it's the last you'll get from us. Our jobs either went to India or simply went away. I did get a severance package. Still, it was just two days prior that the company was filling our asses with blue smoke saying, "Employees are the lifeblood of our business, our greatest asset." Then, "You're laid off, GTFO." After 12 years of employment with the company. And the coffee wasn't even good.

I was laid off from my job of 12 years last August. August 1st, 2008 was the day my former employer and I parted ways. I felt guilty as hell, as if I'd done something wrong. Which is really and completely bullshit thinking. I was not a party in the decision process of my employer or the United States government. What happened is what happened. And I never thought it would happen to me. Couldn't happen to me. No, never. Feck. Feck me. And feck me again. I received a six month severance package because I worked for the company for 12 years. Because of my very low cost of living I will be able to stretch the six month package to about twelve months. With the severance package and my personal savings I believe I have enough money to maintain my life for the next four years. I'm hopeful I won't need four years of savings before my next source of income finds its way to me. I went back to school at the University of Arizona last semester to get some refresher courses. I have a B.S. in Accounting that I've never used so the refresher courses were a smart choice. I haven't had a job interview for more than 12 years. I pulled my old business/interview suit out of my closet and learned it's now too small. I mentioned my suit situation to my parents and my Dad said, "You can have my old interview suit." This sounded bad to me. However, my Dad's old interview suit was used one time by him and it's been hanging in his closet for the last 20 years. Since my body shape resembles my Dad's almost perfectly, hey, I got a new interview suit for free. Now, school's out and I'm out of work. Living, for now, on the remains of a severance package and my personal savings. And I have my Dad's interview suit. The problem, I don't know if I can get or survive an interview. I mean, WT effing F? You know?

It could be my annual post. I don't know. In the last year I played TOO much World of Warcraft, visited a friend in Buenos Aires, Argentina, got laid off from my job (not due to World of Warcraft), went back to the University of Arizona for a semester, and didn't buy much jazz. Now, school's out and I'm sitting at home living off my severance package and personal savings. Are you sure you want me to post more?

Inspector Morse. http://www.inspectormorse.co.uk/

Christiern: Nice pic of the Jeep, by the way.

My birthday... again? Damn. It seems like this happens every year.

I didn't notice till you wrote your words. But.. the color, maybe it's to give a subtle difference so when you scan through a page you can see where each post starts and stops? I'm not sure the color difference exists. Maybe? An illusion? Or not?

I haven't posted for a while. A long while. Now... new forum software.

Michael Brecker.

Still... no information or updates from Mr. Brass.

I'm with you Jim R. In recent months I've found other internet interests and more interests outside of the computer. My jazz listening has slowed way down from what it was a year or more ago. Two nights ago I was watching a boring DVD on my computer when I saw my collection of Mosaic boxes through the corner of my eye. I turned off the dull movie and inserted a Woody Herman Mosaic disc into my computer's DVD drive. I listened for a while and felt like I'd rediscovered an old friend. But I still have these other interests. Which is a good thing, really. The music has been there for me in the past. I know it's still there today and will continue to be there when I fall back to it in the future. I'll be doing the things of my life and, when I least expect it, I'll fall into the jazz again. This happened the last time. I miss the music but I've found other interests that I've been enjoying too. Having various interests to keep me busy, if I want to be busy, is good. And the music is still good. And the music will be available to me when the time is right.

Well, was it?

The day after Thanksgiving I'll be in the Jeep enjoying the 84° Tucson weather.

In high school it was the combination locks I had to remember. One for my main locker and one for my gym locker. Today I have to remember an infinite number of login names and passwords. Sometimes, after a holiday break such as Thanksgiving or Christmas, I forget my password for the network at my place of employment. I keep all my logins and passwords on a memory stick, also password protected. If I forget the password to my memory stick I'm fecked.

As is often the case Mr. John T. describes the music well.