No no. I’m just kinda sensitive on the whole thing. In my previous job which was really not related to my degree, an awful lot of people seemed to feel they had some right to provide an opinion on my decision to be there. Apparently I was wasting my time. Well, maybe. But it’s my time to waste. Now I’m more in line with what I did in school, but I still know how it feels to have people say “What are you doing here??” or “Why don’t you have a REAL job?” :rolleyes:
You should see if the dentist will provide cleanings on the job. It could cut down on your dental insurance!
A few years ago we had a revolting expansion in the ladybug population, and that, couple with the fact that the little buggers bite, has made me dislike them.
You know, it’s because of informative threads like the one about whether vampires can be killed by uv lightbulbs that my subscription fee is worthwhile.
What else do I need to buy? So far I’ve got:
Chocolate syrup, eggs, jasmine tea, jerky, apples, tofu, lettuce, caesar dressing, broccoli, granola bars, peanut butter, butter, milk, bleach, cat litter, magic erasers, conditioner, and sugar. I’ll get a bunch of veggies of assorted types, depending on what looks good. If I buy cereal I can make Ellen’s yummy bars, too.
Maybe I should make some bread dough and leave it in the fridge. Hmm.
This reminds me–the other night, Roomie and I realized we don’t have a Vampire Pact. We have a Zombie Pact, of course. (If we’re attacked by zombies and one of us is bitten, as soon as broken skin is confirmed, the bitten person is shot in the head. No waiting for her to turn, no hoping she’ll be alright. If I get bitten by a zombie, I want you to kill me immediately, and Roomie feels the same way.)
The Vampire Pact is thus: unless we’re going to be cool-ass Kindred/Anita Blake-type vampires, staking should take place immediately. Whedon vampires have no soul and Anne Rice vampires have no fun, so if my forehead goes all bumpy, Roomie has permission to immediately decapitate me.
I know this should probably be its own thread, but I’m about to leave work for the weekend, and I don’t want to start a big discussion and then disappear.
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I keep getting emails from one of the mailing lists I’m on about “Save the Geese!!” Now, I love animals, and last week’s MMP about my run-in with the geese notwithstanding, I like geese. But there are too damn many of them. We’ve killed off their preditors, and they’re becoming overpopulated. But all the animal lovers are up in arms about 1 goose being exterminated.
What the hell do they think is going to happen if/when bird flu makes it to this continent?? With so many geese, the virus could spread rapidly. What happens then? The wholesale slaughter of all of the geese. Wouldn’t it be better then to cull the populations a little bit now to prevent the spread of disease and mass slaughters later? ARHG! People don’t think. It’s just a matter of “NOOOOOOOO you can’t kill a single animal!” Sheesh.
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I’m outta here. **KeithT ** is in town this weekend so I don’t expect to be spending my time in front of the computer. Have a good one ever’body!
Worried? You should be proud that I’m thinking of eventualities like that. I’m a modern woman. I can change a tire, plunge a toilet, usually fix my own computer, and I know the proper responses to a sudden onrush of zombie toddlers or crazed vampire seagulls. I’m prepared. Like Batman, only without the suit and the millions and the cool-ass butler.
I’m sorry, Batman’s sexier. To me anyway.
But I can do most of those things…I haven’t thought about the vamoire thing much. But I have discussed the zombie thing with the SO, actually. With him we could handle it. He’s used to roughing it, anyway.
Did you hear that Cingular is marketing a line of its cell phones exclusively to gay people?
AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
If I hear even one more word about billing today, I’m buyin’ an uzi and climbin’ a tower.
Y’all been missin’ me? It’s just been forever since I posted.
I actually had a good meeting in Waycross yesterday. Unbelievable I know, but it happened. Then I had a nummy dinner at this keee-yooote little restaurant in downtown Waycross. I had sauteed grouper with a caper sauce, steamed asparagus and roasted new taters (N.O.T.). I was full so no dessert. Oh and three Sam Adams to wash it all down.
I also witnessed a mass watermelonicide yesterday! It was a massacre! Watermelons all over the road. :eek: I saw 'em taking the plunge off the back of that truck to end their miserable existences or whatever reason they might have had to commit watermelonicide. It was a tragedy nontheless.
Bobbio jake house! Well, except for the lime sherbert somebody smeared over what will be the VunderStudy. And what’s up with that wall treatment in the master bedroom? I know that sometimes it’s hard to tell everything from a picture but it looks like they used up scraps from several different kinds of wallpaper or sump’n. The house looks great though. I’m sure it shall make a stately new VunderLair. We’ll have to start calling you Lord Bobbio of VunderManor. BTW Pee-can trees can be right ornery. They have horrible sap, so don’t park any VunderVehicles under 'em. Also, some years you’ll have pee-cans everywhere, and some years nary a one. They’re temperamental like that. If you do decide that VunderManor needs a pool, make sure it is far, far from the pee-can tree. Pee-cans is good eats but their trees are messy. Oh, and if you are so disposed, pee-can wood makes a wonderful (vonderful?) wood for smoking meat. You’ll need to learn how to make pee-can pies, pee-can pralines and pee-can brittle.
Everybody else, yay/boo/woohoo/how awful/whatever. I read what I missed but my brain is a mess because of that unmentionable thing I mentioned at the start of this post.
That paneling has tastefully done line drawings of hunting scenes on it; the kind of stuff you’d see in ammunition ads found in Field and Stream. I like hunting, and I say ithat paneling’s gotta go. I think (seriously) that I’ll try to reuse it in the train shed, but painted over once I put it back up.
I’m aware of the mess that nut trees in general can make. There’s sweetgums in the yard where we are now, and I’m on record as saying that sweetgums are immediate deal killers for any property we look at. The difference with a peecan tree is the nuts are edible, and I wanna round them up and sell them at the local farmer’s markets. The seller said the last time he rounded up nuts, he filled 30 5 gallon buckets, and still left plenty on the ground to rot.
Oh, and the VunderCars have a garage each to hide in from the eeeeeeeevil peecan tree sap and nuts.
Meeks (I like this nickname for you ), I was about to reply with how I would keep that microstory format while making the puns “simpler” in some sense, but then I realized that the two are rather exclusive. I mean, the whole point of the quick jabs like Sean posted is that they are quick jabs. Sure you could surround them in a brief fiction, but they don’t need it. So if I’m going to keep the brief fiction (which I want to do), I might as well cap it with a pun that uses it.
HAR! Good one. I expect they’ll call them FabFones or something.
In a few short minutes I’m going to head over to the office of one of the few physicists on the base, to ask him if he has some work for me this summer. Now, I do have work already, but it’s not especially time consuming. This latest project would, my mentor told me, take 2 to 3 weeks. I did most of it in 2 days work. The only things left require more input from the guy my mentor is working with on the project. So I was thinking I could easily split the day: work mornings for my current mentor, and then go over to the physics guy in the afternoons. We’ll see what he has to say, and the delicate part will be having him approach my current mentor about it.
What’s this sudden consensus that peh-CAHN ( ) trees are eeeeevil? Peh-CAHNS are tasty, dammit!
Have a good one ever’body!
), I was about to reply with how I would keep that microstory format while making the puns “simpler” in some sense, but then I realized that the two are rather exclusive. I mean, the whole point of the quick jabs like Sean posted is that they are quick jabs. Sure you could surround them in a brief fiction, but they don’t need it. So if I’m going to keep the brief fiction (which I want to do), I might as well cap it with a pun that uses it.