If you'd looked in the
room cupboard next door you would have seen an infinite number of monkeys working on a script for Hamlet.
"My pages have come alive!" accused one from my pod of guinea pigs, unfeasibly. This (as it turned out) not-so-singular anecdote from my murky professional experience working on large-scale content management projects came to mind this week while reading The Reg. It was triggered by that recent Who, me? story about the little …
I have to admit that I always end up learning something from Dabbs's columns. Often it's a slang phrase or pop-culture reference unfamiliar to us USAins. This time it was "baked bean wrestling". Somehow, I've spent more than a half-century on this planet without knowing that baked bean wrestling was "a thing".
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