Wow, MBG, that sounds like a bad scene. What do you have to do in situations like that?
Glad all the recoveries seem to be continuing. How’s your MIL, Taters?
That beef sounds yummy, taxi.
Spats, what they said. We know the right girl is out there. She definitely wasn’t the one.
Mr. McCello, that was a deep thought. Or possibly not.
Yay, Jahdra for doing Monday’s MMP!!!
Keep us updated on the kitty progress, SCL.
I think I’d like some cake too. Were there any leftovers?
Oh, and I’ll have some of that lovely, cherry-filled sponge cake too, LiLi.
Hi, Bumba!
Tired after a long workday. I was double booked all day and mostly did none of the above. The file I needed to create is done. Someone else needs to do magic to it and then I’ll have all the data I need to create my reference table and to create a different data set for a co-worker to analyze. Yay! It’s maybe 2-3 more hours of work and I’ll be done! (I’ll do cartwheels through the MMP when it’s finished…)
Just a quick drive by before I crawl back into bed. I am not current with this week’s MMP, although I did get so far to see that rosieposie also has the flu. I felt off on Monday, Tuesday being Halloween I had to be up doing the usual stuff, but I felt queasy and didn’t eat anything, just pushed a lot of water into my system. We had ONE group of five boys trick or treat us, (I make them do tricks before they get the treats!) and after my kidlets came home and got settled into bed, along with the old man and I, he fell off to a deep undisturbed sleep, but I couldn’t. Then came the fun stuff. I finally quit barfing late last night, and after a bit over 48 hours even managed to get a little sleep. I am feeling much better, although I do feel as if someone had worked my tummy, ribs and back over with a 2x4. I am shamelessly soliciting sympathy, as my family carries on as normal, my best friend left last night to visit her kid and grandson in Anchorage, and my other best friend always tells me that sympathy may be found in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. :eek: :rolleyes:
Back to bed now, with a glass of Sprite which is, blessedly, staying down. Skiffman found a Johnny Depp movie I don’t remember watching, so that’s what Ima gonna do. If I have trouble sleeping tonight I’ll be back to catch up, otherwise I should be able to sit up longer by tomorrow.
I miss you guys when I don’t creep in daily, even for nothing more than a catch up!
I was wondering where you were, kai. Sorry to hear you’ve been under the weather. How about a little broth? I’ll be careful and make sure it doesn’t splash on the CD drive.
Hope your all bundled up and able to sleep tonight.
The all-hands meeting was worse than I could have imagined. Remember, this was a mandatory meeting. On the upside for me, the entire thing was time and a half, one of the few times in the past year that I haven’t been sorry to be non-exempt. Anyway, the registration line was ridiculously long and disorganized. Then there were the idiots with the camera and microphone grabbing random people and making them do tricks for the camera. And that was before you even got to the red carpets.
Once you were inside, everyone was jammed together in the first half of the ballroom, which was bisected by the lighting, sound, etc. Very rude waiters were circulating (shoving people out of the way, grabbing people’s plates and drinks before they were done) and there was lots and lots of mediocre food and booze. The room was decorated and lit with “our” colors, which make human beings look spectacularly hideous, not to mention the food. There was a bingo card with a possibility of a firm-branded video iPod. Woo. This loveliness was from 4 - 5.
At 5, it got worse. The partners took the stage, in a late night talk show format. Then there were skits, also performed by the partners. And then there was talking. Lots and lots and lots of talking. They promised two things: they will not bring people in, from outside, at higher salaries and levels (how they are going to convince people to move here without doing that, I’m not sure), and in regards to space, we will comply with firm policy (this means mandatory hoteling, for everyone, but she didn’t have the guts to say so - this is supposed to be happy-fun time!) We sneaked out at 6:15, not being willing to stay for the iPod drawing sometime after 7.
AC did her standard party trick by filling her purse with chocolate-covered strawberries and assorted desserts to take home. The mini-eclairs were tasty.
Oh, I forgot the best part. There were 800 people at the meeting and only 300 chairs.
kai - I’m better, (it was only a 24 hour thing), but I’m sorry you’re not. Feel better soon. Chicken noodle soup is always a goof thing. 'specially if it’s fresh. Does skiffman cook? Is he home to take care of you or off chasing down more swimmy edibles?
Smokey did not greet me at the door when I came home from rehearsal - could it be a sympathy-with-SCL’s-cats strike? Actually I think she’s a little ticked because I came home briefly to change into a chorus costume (pre-performance check to make sure we all look alike) and ran out without paying any attention to her.
I’ve been drinking. You know why? Because I got a raise, and a whole bunch of back pay. Opeing your cheque and finding that it’s three and a half times bigger than you expected= a good feeling.
I came home and chatted with Driving Husband (playing WoW), and am all drunk. Well, tipsy. Bed as soon as I declare the shredded beef done.
This is why I’m *so *happy to be posting this from my hotel room in San Diego, where we presented this morning, then blew off part of the conference and walked barefoot in the surf for an hour! It is very emphatically not the Orygun weather we left yesterday. Birds aplenty on the water outside my window: Gulls, sandpipers, dowitchers, egrets, herons, pelicans, and either grebes or moorhens–their body type is right for either, but their beaks are not a match for either.
Let me get this straight. Do you mean that sometimes you come home and there isn’t cat puke?
Another reason I’m glad not to be in Orygun tonight.
So I’m listening to “Super Freak” on my laptop and finishing the presentation I’m giving in Vietnam next week. I hope I’ve written something good, but also fear that my Vietnamese worksheet will read like the unintelligible instructions included with, say, an off-brand mp3 player or Magics Laundry Cleaner Ball. A fellow-conference-goer has graciously assented to read my translation tomorrow, which is an enormous relief. Wouldn’t want to pull a Kerry.
If you squint hard enough and tilt you head it looks downright philosophical.
It looks like you need no more convincing Spats, but for what its worth I concur that she clearly was not for you. I’ve made pragmatism one of the key things I look for in potential romantic pursuits, if she is not going to be up front and instead rely on games and signals then I know that she is not my type.
And speaking of… I promised Halloween pictures earlier and I have not forgotten, but I won’t be able to post them until Monday as I forgot my camera and need to get the pictures from the pragmatic romantic interest alluded to above.
Intellectual thought: If there are three words in the English language that end in -gry… ducks Sorry! Sorry!
If those guys are anything like the kind of up-and-coming-at-cha fast-tracking managers I’ve met in consulting businesses, rabid wolverines would hurl themselves out of their paths. Then again, rabid wolverines probably are wiser than AC.
The mandatory meeting sounds like the only good thing about it was the pay. I’m so terribly impolite that in a meeting where we had seats for half the people but there was a lot of empty space up front, I just went up front and sat down. After a few startled seconds, so did many of my coworkers. Heck, people do that in my parish during Mass, if it’s ok for God it’s ok for some motivational speaker.
LiLi, that novel suddenly makes me feel better about my NaNoWriMo. It’s not going anywhere much, but heck, at least it involves thoughts held by organs above the navel. Gratz on the raise
kai, if you find semi-nekked vikings lurking in your basement, please don’t hurt them too badly before taking pics to keep Bobbio’s pic company here I do hope Johnny Depp helps the general bad-feelness, he’s usually good for that. I rented Chocolat with Mom recently and she mentioned that she’d always thought of him as very over-the-top but in that movie he isn’t (a couple weird gestures but at moments when they’re warranted); I told her he’s a good actor, just happens to be good at over-the-top so that’s often what gets him hired. Sort of like I’m an chemical engineer but spent years being hired as a lab chemist: I could do other things, but I did whatever I was paid to do.
SCL, sending more good thoughts to the baby.
Shoshana, will you be able to play tourist or is it work, work, work?
I’ve decided I like the MMP because I can use whole dumps of smileys and y’all don’t complain.
Yay! It’s Friday, I have the day off work, we’re going to a party tonight…well, I’m going to a party tonight, 'im indoors hasn’t decided yet because he’s languishing in bed with a near-fatal dose of man-flu. That’s a cold to the rest of you. Not in his case, of course, he’s probably expecting ScareyNurse to turn up sometime soon. Not likely! He can keep his manky germs to himself!
Kai, sorry to hear you’re feeling bad too, hope you’re soon back in fighting form.
I have an assignment to write for my Uni course, it’s only a little one and it’s not due in until the 21st but I think I might make a start on it today. It’s always good to be ahead of the game, and it’s high time I played with my shiny new laptop.
Hopefully when I’m done posting the paper will be here. It’s supposed to be here by now but it ain’t. I hate that. I need to read my paper before I shower.
I did manage to stay awake to watch My Name Is Earl and The Office last night. I like those two shows.
Kai feel better! I second the chicken soup. Chicken soup always helps.
Well, the paper came, after I took my shower. I decided to come on to work rather than read it, so I have no idea what is going on in Albeeeny today! There could be a revolution goin’ on in downtown and I wouldn’t know.
Oh, I am Joe Dawg’s nanny for the weekend. He came to stay last night. His daddy is going out of town this morning until Sunday afternoon. He sleeps in the bathroom cause sometimes he pees during the night and it’s easier to clean up the floor in there. When I turned on the light in the bathroom I got this look that said, “Must you enter my chambers at this ungodly hour servant!” Then, of course, much attention to his royal presence was demanded in the way of skritches.
Ok, off to check out a couple things and enter the exciting world of round rubber gasket thingys and mopheads. WOO and HOO
In my spam box this morning we had the curious headings, “Mince pie parent complex” and “Mind boggling net worth.” Tough being a parent these days, but I’m sure the latter can take care of the former.
So … just a quick drive-by 'til I arrive at work. But first, I need to get Buddy Rich out of my head.
I have a new example of irony. Last night I was typing out a letter to my stepmom, showing her some of the pictures that I’ve shown y’all in the past couple of months. She and Dad were volunteer FFs and EMTs (he’s gone, she’s retired), and she was quite proud when I told her I was joining myself.
Anyway, I had printed the missive, which included a snerky lament that I’ve had only 4 pages since I joined, and of those, only 1 where we actually did some firefighting (a trash/brush fire gone bad). My pager then went off for another trash fire, where the burn barrel exploded and rained embers on the house. The resident called, then put the fires out himself before anyone got there.
So, I’m now 1 for 5…
Gonna freeze tonight. Hopefully that will kill off the bugs once and for all. I’m looking forward to another weekend of homeowner handyman. Oh, and I’m making more shredded Butt <snerk>…
Two Advil and an hour and a half later and I’ve got a clear head and am ready to kick the butt-end of the work week. Fridays are traditionally rather quiet around here, and I am thankful for that today in particular. (I brought a few extra Advil to work just in case Buddy tries to sneak back in for a few more licks)
On the way in to work though I passed a rather curious bit of temporary graffiti. Finger-etched into the misted windows of a cold bus shelter was the word “EBAY” followed by an eBay user ID and an auction number. I couldn’t be bothered to whip out my Treo to copy it down just to satisfy my curiosity – and we were on the move anyway so I never would have had time – but it was an odd thing to see. Obscenities, declarations of undying love or crude drawings of genitalia I expect, but pimping an eBay auction is a new one on me. And it’s not like this was a spontaneous act – who remembers their own auction numbers? – so he must have had the number with him in some form. Could this be the next generation of shithouse poetry? “For a good time, see auction #726735712. NR! Free ship!”
I’ve also been having some fun browsing through the archives on eMusic. I honestly didn’t think I’d stick with the subscription for long, nor that I’d find enough music of interest there to justify upgrading my account to anything more than the basic, but it has surprised me. They might only have licenses to distribute music from smaller and independent labels, but there is a surprising amount of good stuff there, and since almost everything has samples I’ve been discovering some cool new artists, plus some bigger name artists – Moby, 808 State, Art of Noise, Sunscreem and more – whose presence there had made me upgrade my account to the premium level. Pretty cool, really, cheaper than iTunes and I get to avoid the vast majority of the top 40 dross pimped by the big boys. I love discovering artists I wasn’t aware of before. Makes me feel all adventurous 'n stuff.
Hello. Well, my jeans still fit, so I guess I’m ok…off to store soon for Essentials (surprisingly, they are Essentials-we are out of toilet paper, tampons, milk and eggs).
Found out last noc thru a passing remark that I am late with my bio and my critical essay for one class. Oops. Gah. Guess that means that today’s schedule is set for me.
I would join in the Happy Friday nonsense, but since I have to work the entire weekend…not so much, eh?
All I know is it’s been a long week and I’m not looking forward to the weekend. The Grumpuses are doing really poorly and we the kids don’t quite know what to do about it. I am looking into assistance but I’m not sure the Grumpuses will go for it. We’ll see.
I’ve decided that I’m not putting up my giganticus faux Xmas three this year. I’m just gonna go get a little table-top model that’s easy to decorate and be done with it. The Princess and Lil Lestat will just have to deal. So there…
I think tonite’s dinner will be homemade meatball subs. I got some leftover meatballs and sauce in the freezer so all I gotta do is buy some bagettes and some mozzerella and I’m in business.
Wow!!! Did you see CNN? Albany, GA, is being overrun by mop-heads and gaskets! Just WOW!!
:rolleyes:
I do hope Johnny Depp helps the general bad-feelness, he’s usually good for that. I rented Chocolat with Mom recently and she mentioned that she’d always thought of him as very over-the-top but in that movie he isn’t (a couple weird gestures but at moments when they’re warranted); I told her he’s a good actor, just happens to be good at over-the-top so that’s often what gets him hired. Sort of like I’m an chemical engineer but spent years being hired as a lab chemist: I could do other things, but I did whatever I was paid to do.
