Beware the Ides of March

I come to bury Word, not to praise it.
The evil that bloatware does lives after it;
The good is oft interred with its DLLs;
So let it be with Word. The noble Scrivener
Hath told you Word was bloated:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Word answer’d it.

Truly, aye; and in the midst of grievous fault
Doth Microsoft take macros from us all.

(Damn them! :imp: macworld.com/article/131559/ … d2008.html)

Otherwise, I loved your post! :mrgreen:

It’s a poor reflection on my literary tastes when the “Ides of March” gives me Wayne & Shuster’s “Rinse the Blood of my Toga”…“I said Julie, don’t go! The Ides of March, Julie. Would he listen? No…”