You know, when I hear someone use the word “relations” in that context, my mind invariably plays the grandmother’s voice from the (newer) Nutty Professor movies. That makes me giggle.
I’m glad my lack of a sex life makes somebody giggle. :mad:
I luuurves me some good apples. I recently discovered my favorite apple is now the Jonagold. It’s real purty and tasty and crisp.
bumba, that was priceless!
gt, I don’t like hearing about mysterious big booms. When we get big booms here, we can usually say it’s the shuttle. Maybe it was a super secret test vehicle what is gonna replace the shuttle. 
I’m sending out good vibes to all the sickies. Get better quick, ya hear?
swampy, pain killers always make me have weird technicolory dreams. Sometimes they can be quite disturbing.
I hate the time-change week. Mr. Anachi does not sleep well at all and that means I don’t either. It’s not helping that the school garbage trucks are still coming every morning aroung 3:00 aye yem! I’m expecting one of these mornings he’s gonna run right out the door nekkit to yell at them. ::note to self: buy Mr. Anachi some summer jammies.:: Anyway, I am Le Tired this morning.
Tupug
Excuse me. No cure for mad cow and avian flu?
Jeesh, what a slacker. 
(need blowing kisses smiley here)
I am up and going to work out soon. I was at work yesterday and had emailed a colleague on one of the committees that I serve on that yes, I was at work today and she could come see me anytime that day. She did not. Instead, I get an email from her today, asking for a formal meeting at 10 AM THIS morning. Since: 1. this is a day off for me and 2. I got this email at 0830, I told her that I couldn’t make the meeting. :rolleyes:
I can see this PT job becoming a not PT job quickly.
Oh, and it was so slow at work yesterday (a miracle, truly) that I got caught up on my education modules–ask me about MSDS, I dare you!–AND I applied for a different job at a sister hospital (I work for a chain). Heh. Dunno if I’ll be tapped for it or even accept it, but it felt good to make a move. Empowering.
Rifty --that should be “rain of soupcream” Hee.
Loune --sometimes I feel the same way re getting back to everyone. I suck at names and apparently cannot put writing styles and monikers together well at all…but it is well worth the effort.
Lisslar --I would love to do London with you. I could go get museum legs and you could have whipped up all manner of meals in the flat’s kitchen. Oh, I’d let you out on alternate Thursdays, half days…
Beautious day here–all sunny and mild (up to 47 from 34 already!). Off to sweat and become even MORE gorgeous…
Well, we made it to Wednesday. Okay, the beginnng of Wednesday. On a scale from 1 to DEAD it feels like late Thursday. Why is there so much of this week left to go? sigh At least you all have today’s SI Unit to cheer you up.
Today is a day of meetings and work. (I know, welcome to all of your lives). Yeah. Checking in with my professor re: my undergraduate thesis, having a pizza lunch and a chat about physics with a professor emeritus, and then homework. Oh, what an exciting life I lead.
Drae, one day your prince will come. rigs, you’re quite right. Rain of soup cream it is. What’s a PT job?
It’s effing snowing.
**Drae ** - what about battery operated fun?
**Spats ** - PT = part time
Happy Hump Day
Yeah. It’s only one degree above freezing here. This is ridiculous.
Okay, so it’s Canada, and not so ridiculous. It’s still dumb!
I think that instead of starting on my chores, I will go downtown to a fabulous kitchenware store a co-worker told me about, and buy a set of kitchen scales, so I can start using my British cookbooks without having to translate from weight to volume.
Also, I will have apricot pastry for breakfast. Oh, and that’s very generous, rigs. A friend once offered to let me live under her bed if I would come and cook for her. Failing that, I got her tiny closet. What a generous, thoughtful girl. Your offer is much better.
[Quote=Spatial Rift 47
Joule \JOUL\ noun
Definition: The joule (symbol: J) is the SI unit of energy, or work, with base units of mass times acceleration, named after James P. Joule. It is a derived unit defined as the work done (or energy required) to exert a force of one newton for a distance of one meter, so it is sometimes known as a newton-meter (symbol: Nm). As a rough guide, one joule is the absolute minimum amount of energy required (on Earth) to lift a one kilogram object up by 10 centimeters.
Example sentence: When the oil supply finally ran out in 2042, the world economy really took a kick in the joules.[/quote]
Bolding mine.
No one can stop at one newton.
Drae I’m sorry it’s snowing, but better you than me. 
I’ve been [del]torturing[/del] testing high school students this morning. I get to do the same thing tomorrow morning. High schools are creepy, scary places to be.
Last night’s pain meds induced dreams involved my bedroom furniture being in ACBG’s bedroom, my swimming pool somehow being relocated to the roof with a ladder on the side of the house to climb up to it, and a dog from my childhood suddenly living in my house. I woke up after each of those dreams. Trippy, real trippy! I’m not sure I’m takin’ anymore. The dreams are fun, but I need less trippy sleep.
Let’s try this again. :smack:
Bolding mine.
No one can stop at one newton.
You can have my battery-operated boyfriend when you pry it out of my cold dead hands. I think it’s the more … ahem … rigorous physical activities I’m supposed to avoid. At least, that’s the way I’m reading it.
Gr. Snow. Second day in a row. Can’t form complete sentences. Going to jam a pen into my temple.
They redid some landscaping out front of my building. They put down fertilizer. My indoctrination into the new day started off with the closing of my apartment door. It smelled…odd. (the air, not the door) So I go down the first set of stairs…and the smell gets worse. Down the next flight of stairs, and the smell is distinctly poo. I get to the door to the outside world, and it’s as if someone hopped out and smacked me in the face with a big, wet turd.
It wasn’t even a WARM turd.
Mmmmm. Fertilizer. Happy morning to me.
I’ll work on avian flu and mad cow after i take me a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle nap before class.
Actually, I can help with the mad cow…STOP FEEDING COWS COW PARTS!.
There, problem solved. Retirement disaster averted.
Booyah.
Loune, you and I suffer the same fate. The college where I work does this every spring, and for 3 or four days everything smells like sh-, er, fertilizer.
Bumba, you will pay. Somehow, someday, you will pay. Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll just forget it. It was pretty funny after all. Then again, maybe you will.
Are you scared yet?
Geez I’m bored today.
How bored are you?
I’m so bored you could run me through a planer.
How bored are you?
I’m so bored I feel like I’m full of holes.
Ok, those don’t make any sense, and they’re not funny.
I don’t care. I’m bored. I’m so bored you could call me Shakespeare’s brother.
Huh?
You know, the Bored of Avon.
Ok, now that I’ve got that out of my system, I’m actually so bored that I’ve been looking up info on SI units. I love all the prefixes. 10 (to the 24th power) meters would be 1 yottameter.
How many meters is that?
I don’t know, but it’s a yot!
Ok, I’ll go now.
We had a co-worker to get mad and quit. Seems that during her mid-year review, her immediate supervisor was pointing out some things that needed work. During the midst of this, she got up, said, “I Quit!” and stormed out. Now, she’s trying to call and take it back. Tough. Life does not work that way. Anyways, tomorrow she is to come in, claim all her personal stuff, have an exit interview, all that jazz. Apparently she has deluded herself into believing that she is coming in to “talk things over” and then everything will be alright again. WRONG! Dangit, I gotta go to another one of the local high schools to [del]torture[/del] test people tomorrow morning. I’ll be so upset if the drama happens while I’m out. I always miss all the good stuff! Well, not always. There was the time a co-worker refused to leave when fired and ended up being escorted out of the building by the police. Then there’s the time a co-worker dropped her purse and a gun discharged. :eek: She was escorted out by the local constabulary also. Then once, at another place of employment, this guy got fired and kept trying to show up for work every day anyway. He got a restraining order finally. Still, tomorrow promises to be one of those screaming fit scenarios and I don’t want to miss that!
HEE! Her boyfriend just tried to call and ask for me. The receptionist caught his voice, buzzed me and told me she recognized his voice. She told him I was unavailable (remind me to buy her some chocolates) and asked to take a message. He hung up. HEE! Nuttin’ like a little midweek drama to perk things up.
actually, they make perfect sense to me.
You can’t scare me. I have grandchildren.
er…so, he can’t scare you because your grandkids already do? or because the grandkids give you ciourage and you’re therefore immune to fear?
Grandkids = 8th level of hell in Dante’s Inferno.
By the way, “Dick in a blender” = 9th level.
(I smell a new thread coming up.)
LOUNE, what do you have against Dick that you’d shove him in a blender???