Honestly I don't know why I put that stuff in my title since Dallas has as much to do with being cowboy as eRIc has to do with straight hair, or Matt has to do with short posts, or Manteca has to do with being a flaming liberal or Seashell not having her pint(s), or Jeff C. preferring Greyhound over American Airlines or…..well, you get the idea. In fact Dallas is just one big honkin' town filled with 1.6 billion people that, for some unknown reason, have chosen to live here !
I'm here with three other guys from the office. We are attending a software class on "Wonderware". Yes, Wonderware, not "Underware" or "Wonderbra" ( I say that to prevent anyone rushing to the Tag board to make some stupid crack about the name of the class….I beat you to it.) Our instructor is a guy from Venezwala with the thickest accent you ever heard. In fact after sitting in his class for the past three days, I can hear the echoes of his accent in my sleep. For example, I am using a PC with a weeeendows operating system. Somewhere in the PC you will find a booofer for data. And so on.
Tonight we all went to Bennihanas Steak house to eat. This is an unusual place indeed. It's a place where you go to pay to see someone other than your wife cook for you. And they don't cook, they perform - yes it's like a micro-circus act. There's nothing that will help your appetite more than to watch a Jap flip the cut-off tails from your shrimp into the top of his stovepipe chef's hat or spin an egg on the grill until it's hardboiled. You know, as much as I wanted to say something about Pearl Harbor and such I thought it might be best not to since this little Jap-chef guy had a knife so sharp it would probably cut kryptonite or even gold-pressed latnum. All in all it was a swell time. The food was really good except for the fact there was so much. The little Jap-chef guy that performed cooked for us basically threatened to use his knife on anyone who left any food behind. So I probably won't need to eat again until late June.
Well, this higher learning is all fine and good, but there's no place like a place called "home". I'll see ya'll there soon. Yippe-ki-yo. 'Yo
Phynerk
