Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause you know we 'bout to rip sh*t up.

Dr. Dre, "Ain't Nuttin' But A 'G' Thang"
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If you're like me, you're sitting there sipping on a bottle of Perrier, waiting for your board layout guys to get back from lunch so that you can probe the Mictor connector with the Tektronix in the hopes of figuring out why the proprietary ISA-based bus hangs when you try and do indirect I/O accesses into the downloaded FPGAs.

I have a new word, and I submit it to the board for approval. I remember a while ago (in digging through emails, I suppose the appropriate correction would be, "A-while-ago reminded me...") that I used the word "torpitude" when I truly meant "dyspeptic". Yeah, those were good times.

In fact, now that I think about it, I'm not exactly the most cunning linguist (that distinction goes to Grant), nor am I a master debater (oddly, that too goes to Grant), and to borrow a line from the past, I have the literary assassinatory skills of a fun noodle.

Assassinatory wasn't the word I wanted to invent, though I did it anyway. I am the very model of a modern major-general.

Let's skip the whole word invention thing altogether, because, clearly, as an emailean vehicle, it is failean me entirely.

Wow, I'm smooth like butter. I'm on a FREAKIN' ROLL!

I think I'm more interested in how I pemoussed the whole year away. But that's the fun part about being on a path of emotion upheaval and subsequent self-discovery. Invariably, you transmorgrify into someone else, someone smarter, someone more secure, and ultimately, you'll figure out why the CPLD-less boards are indicating to software that the done and init pins have been released, but it's acting as if it's the improper hex file. Ultimately, the testpoints on the Mictor will tell you the answers. You know this, so you continue to casually sip at your Perrier. If you're like me, anyway.