Heh. Both the moose and the cow stories made me smile.
Hmmmm, boy names, huh? Well, there’s always Michael. Sturdy. Ubiquitous. But very nice.
Read someone else’s account of the storm, picu. Sounded nasty, even if it was short. Glad to see you understand the law about including pictures when you’re posting about a cat.
It’s odd to be at home on a Firday.
I’ve already made it through part of the paper and some coupons and have started making a list of what I want to do today. Haven’t had a complete breakfast yet, though. Guess I should go forage.
I don’t really like coffee; the only way I’ll drink it is if it’s disguised in a frou-frou drink of some sort. I am particularly partial to the peppermint mochas at Christmas time.
I worked late Monday so I’m hoping to leave early today, but so far it’s, OMG this has to get done today!!!1!!11!!!eleven!!! Ugh. Leave me alone. It’s Firday!
They’re great for keeping computers alive for a couple minutes to either ride out a short power failure or to give you a chance to properly shut the computer down. (Most come with software that will force a safe shutdown when the battery’s about to run out as well.) The cheap ones will keep your computer going for maybe 10 minutes, the larger and more expensive ones can approach an hour’s run time.
They’re not so hot for keeping a CPAP running because they BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP will let you know that the power has gone BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP out and that the internal battery has about two minutes BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP of life BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP left.
Blurf. Somehow managed to drag my ass into work, despite that vicious case of the Don Juannas.
I am going to start a campaign for LiLi to name the kiddo TinyNinjaChefII. Either that, or Jedediah… because really, if any name deserves to make a comeback, it’s Jedediah.
picu, I never realised that cats could be afraid of the dark… neither of mine seems particularly phased by darkness, or even by loud crashing thunderboomers (they both have an irrational fear of large black objects, though… including garbage bags, dark-coloured scarves and cardigans, laptop bags, and the laundry hamper). Gotta love the little fuzzbutts.
You know how it goes – every Jew needs two synagogues – one to pray in, one in which he will not set foot!!
Except for Atheist Jews like me – I only need the latter
Congratulations!!
Wait, that isn’t a boy name, is it…?
:eek: Hope he’s been and gone and fixed everything!
Uninterruptible Power Supply – basically a largish battery which goes between your wall socket and your computer and does two things:
Protects you from power surges.
If your power goes off, the battery kicks in and gives your computer a few more minutes of juice – enough to close your applications and turn it off in an orderly fashion (real monster UPS’s will let you keep working for a while, a la a laptop battery, but those are crazy expensive!)
ETA: **Gotti **beat me to it. Teach me to take time composing my posts…
Me, I’ve had a normal Friday – which is supposed to be part of the weekend… Get up at 7; get the kids to school by 8; go grocery shopping for next week; take wife to hairdresser at 12; pick up kids from school at 12:30; pick up wife from hair-dresser at 1; do all kinds of errands around the house; take wife to gym at 3, pick her up at 4… start cooking dinner at 4:30… :rolleyes:
And it’s not even like she doesn’t drive. She just enjoys being spoiled
Grrr. A seller just backed out of an auction I had up on eBay claiming that they received a notice from eBay that their account may have been compromised by a third party.
Yeah, right. You got that E-Mail and decided to act on it, but not the bid confirmation or item won E-Mails? What a crock. Twunt.
Ooh! How many volt-amps? I’ve been wanting to pick one or two up. Maybe they’ll be clearing them out here in Canada, too.
Uninterruptable Power Supply. It’s basically like a huge power bar with a large capacitor bank inside it so that when the power goes out it can power stuff for a certain period of time afterward.
I like Michael, but there are so many of them. QD’s brother is named Mike, nicknamed Ralph in childhood because her dad got so annoyed calling, Mike! on the playground and having ten kids run towards him.
TGIF! There’s a whiny puppy wanting to be fed. Her tummy is not yet reset with the clock. Stoopit dog.
I ran over a bunny this morning. I didn’t mean to, but it bolted out in front of my car and I couldn’t brake because the moron behind me was riding my bumper. I swerved a little hoping to give him a couple extra inches, but no dice. Poor bunneh…
My last LTR was with a Mike. One of my good guy friends is a Mike. Two of my good girl friends are engaged to Mikes. I work with three guys named Mike. A whopping 5% of my Facebook friends are named Mike or Michael.
See, this is why Jedediah is a great idea. What are the odds that you’ll run into another Jedediah in the playground, huh?
LiLi, why not go old fashioned? Ezekiel or Hezekiah or Amos or Obadiah? You can’t go wrong with an Old Testament prophet! (Actually, Ezekiel would be a cool name as long as he didn’t go by Zeke. Then it’s just hillbilly.)
Yeah, tomorrow’s my Firday too. I finally saw the benefit of all this overtime today. A nice chunk of change that nearly doubled my weekly paycheck. As Dr. Nick on The Simpsons said “The best part was when they gave me my money!”
“Geek Squad” is appropriately placed in quotes. Have I told my “Geek Squad” story yet? No? Let me indulge:
I got my computer out of storage at my dad’s house in the middle of September. Apparently, during its four months in the closet, the memory decided it would be a good day to die. Since Complicated Friend (He Who Built the Computer) was 300 miles away and not able to fix it (there’s one downside to moving away), I took it to the local Best Buy. Thirty minutes later, the chick behind the counter finally finished the painfully drawn out “getting signed in” process. I handed her the tower. She plugged it in and announced she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it because it wouldn’t turn on. She lost several million geek points by not noticing the simple solution to that problem: I had turned the main power switch off before bringing it in. :rolleyes: Then they told me the price. I was okay with that–I knew I had lost my free computer fixin’ privileges when I moved here. Then she told me it would take two weeks to fix it.
Two. Weeks. After she couldn’t figure out that the main power switch should be on 1 rather than 0.
:mad:Oh HELL no.:mad:
So I got my money back and took it to a local computer fixin’ place. They fixed it within twenty-four hours, upgraded my memory, and charged me $10 less than “Geek Squad”.
Yeah, I view Michael as either 1) a desperation choice, or 2) a family tradition. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t on the list when we were naming my nephew. Bro and ex-SIL were kind of indecisive and didn’t make a final list until after he showed up. So we sat around in the hospital handing him around and trying out names. When I left, they were pretty sure he was going to be Andrew, but he turned out to be Alex instead. Took me several days to get used to that. And yeah, Jedediah is…unique (well, unusual, anyway).
Sorry about the bunny, FCM. I hate tailgaters.
I’ve had an action-packed Firday. Took a nap. Cut out coupons. Watched a couple of shows online, wandered around on Last FM for a while, and have now pulled out a couple of my favorite albums.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”…
We apologise for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible have been sacked.
Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretty nasti…
We apologise again for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible for sacking the people who have just been sacked have been sacked.
just in case anyone was wondering about the reference
how about the third one, the one to which the in-laws belong . . .
I do have tales of house hunting.
After Mom passed away in '91, Dad stayed in the house for a while, but was miserable. So, we finally agreed he’d go live with my brother a while so I could clear out the house, sell it, and look for a two family. I had a very specific list of minimum requirements which I faxed to 3 realtors covering the areas I was willing to consider. Things like the house must be fewer than 3 turns off a major road, there must be a street level entrance/dwelling for Dad, and at least 3 BR for me. I also laid out very specific geographic boundaries. One realtor never replied, the second one kept showing me Capes with converted attic apartments, the third showed me a house that fit all my criteria, altho I liked the space in the apartment better than the main part of the house, I saw its potential and started planning.
I scheduled the necessary inspection and made an offer, but I didn’t sign anything. Which is a good thing, because the engineer’s report pointed out several things that needed attention. Things that someone who is handy would have said “well, I’ve got my weekends planned for the next year or so” but to which I said (to the realtor, not the seller) “I doubt he’d lower the price enough to make this worth my while - just too much for me” To the seller, I said the report was discouraging, and even though he knocked $1500 off the price, that would have barely covered the roof repairs, let alone everything else. So I walked away from that one. The buyer harassed me about backing out for a few weeks, until I finally threatened a law suit and restraining order.
Two weeks later, realtor #3 showed me a high ranch with a huge yard that just became available, hadn’t even been listed yet. The engineer’s report was much more comforting, so I made an offer of 85% of the asking price; the seller came down to 95%, and we settled on 90%. I closed 3 months later and have been here ever since.
I honestly don’t think I could go through all of that again.
Heading out later to dinner with Ginormous Git and a bunch of his friends, as he’s turning 30 and wanted to celebrate proper-like.
I’m also dragging along Miami Friend because he’s pretty mopey lately… before he moved away to FLA a few years ago, all his friends were living the single life downtown and partying every weekend, but over the past few years everyone’s settled down, moved to the 'burbs and started families (except me… I just settled down). Which puts him in a bad place as the token single guy in his circle of friends… I think it all sank in when only three people could come to his birthday dinner because everyone else lived too far away/had family commitments/couldn’t find a babysitter.
Anyway, long story short is that I’m hoping I can set him up with the Ginormous Git as a fun bachelor friend to go do fun bachelor stuff with.
Yes, Geek Squad is a complete ripoff. But did you expect any less from a PC repair chain? They didn’t get fleets of those little VW bugs and at-home service by being cheap. Or necessarily competent. Or honest.
Mom 'n pop shops are often the best places to go to for that sort of thing because they welcome the money and want repeat business.
