Tribute to the women of I.T.
 

ooo...Look at the pretty reflection.

Right! Let's hear it for the women of I.T.!

Hooray for <i>BOTH</i> of them!

(Joking! Joking! There are LOTS of women in I.T.)

LOL!!!
That's a great picture :D

"Oh. My. God. I can, like, totally, like, see, like, myself in, like, this, like CD thingie."

"Does my bum look big in this?"

OMG, like, my lazy eye is totally fucking up my reflection!

Like... I don't see any music here

THE CIRCLE GAME
Album : Ladies of The Canyon
Joni Mitchell - 1968
Buffy St. Marie


Yesterday a child came out to wonder,
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar.
Fearful when the sky is full of thunder,
And tearful at the falling of a star.

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came,
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons,
Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
Words like "when you're older" must appease him,
And promises of someday make his dreams.

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came,
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now,
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town.
And they tell him, "Take your time, it won't be long now,
'Till you drag your feet to slow the circle down."

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came,
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty,
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty.
Before the last revolving year is through.

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came,
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.

Thats funny. I'm sending it to all 3 of my female friends who know how to use their 'compooter'