...not to blog - that is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the main to suffer
The slurs and arrows of outrageous colleagues
Or to take to arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing, end them?

'Tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished
But illegal, alas....
Who would suffer fools politely
And grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after this job,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No colleague returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Although UWC is looking good around now.

Ah, well.  Red wine and pharmaceuticals - that's the ticket.