I still have the box of yarn sitting here to send to you, taxi. And FSM in a box to send to you SCL. I’m a superior procrastinator, but both boxes will end up in the mail soon. Promise! I’ve got to dig my way out of my office again, and that’s a good place to start.
Bummer on the GM problem, BBBobbio. Find yourself a good ambulance chaser and stick it to 'em! There may very well be a design flaw that’s been noted before; if nothing else, they’ll often settle with folks who might have a legitimate complaint to avoid going in front of a jury, which tends to not appreciate bit companies ignoring design flaws at the risk of life and limb.
Mika it was me that didn’t know what baklava was…it sounds yummy! Thanks **VBob ** for the description!!
Depending on the book I typically read 75-100 pages in an hour. I read about 75 pages of HP today at lunch after I finished eating, so that was reading for about 45 minutes. You know it annoys me. I sit in the breakroom, with my ipod on and my nose in a book, and yet people still come up and try to chit chat with me about work related stuff. You know, I’m at lunch, away from my desk. The rest of the day I’m at my desk. I don’t even take my 15 minute breaks. Oh, and if you think I know if a room is avialable off the top of my head and not at my desk, your nuts. grrr…sorry, people just irk me sometimes.
Frankly, I’ve felt that way about the whole series. I read the first book when it came out and said, “Meh.” I’ve only read the next four (I just finished the fifth (Harry Potter and the Trust Funds for My Children and Grandchildren), and borrowed the sixth (Harry Potter and the Bahama Vacation Home) from someone here at work to start tonight) because there was nothing left in the house to read, and I’ve emptied the local branch of the city library of everything I’ve wanted to read.
Oh, and swampy, you might be interested in this thread. (Mama T, I know he’s working right now, but he can sense a thread about toilet paper without being near a computer.)
Whew, that HP thread is 11 pages long. I read/skimmed through it all before answering.
ema, you needn’t worry. I won’t spoil HP even one bit. I won’t write anymore than what I wrote above, which isn’t a spoiler and is only my own personal opinion. I hate being spoiled myself. BTW are you named after the chain store that sells hiking goods?
Lissa, my join date is misleading too. I signed up in 2001 bur didn’t start heavily posting until 2004.
Tigs, I have also had those similar problems with Britishisms. I have been meaning to go throuhg my Pratchetts and make a list of the Britishisms I don’t get, and post a list here. I still will, but when I have time.
Taxi, I’m glad you are using the yarn!
And lastly, people talking to me when reading -
STOP IT YOU SONS OF BITCHES
I temped for a year or so, on and off. When I temped, I didn’t really try to make friends as any day the company could say “Bye!” So I would sit in the lunchrooms and read. I didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to include me. But people would still come over! It was clear they felt bad for me, as in “Oh, poor thing’s reading, we better go comfort her”! NO! I prefer reading to your company!
And people also interrupt me in general. 'S why I didn’t read HP in public anywhere. I did NOT want anyone to come up to me and start talking to me about it. I never read any “common” literature in public anyway.
My SO will occasionally interrupt me when reading. He isn’t the kind of reader I am, and doesn’t fully get it. Of course he gets a lot more slack than others, but he also gets an eventual smackdown.
Mika thanks for understanding my thoughts on reading…I enjoy reading on my lunch break. It’s the “escape” that gets me through the rest of the day, lol.
Hubby just emailed me. Wanted to know if I wanted to go to Red Lobster for supper tonight. Of course I do what kinda question is that!!! He isn’t one that likes seafood, so him offering to take me is a huge yes.
Daughter and future SIL are safely back in Orlando. I threw 2 monster bodies, 2 monster heads, 2 dog bodies, and 2 dog heads. Plus I assembled Isaac’s dish, dampened it, and wrapped it so the pieces could fuse together in a properly damp environment. I’ll have to go back down and cover the bodies and heads so they don’t dry out overnight. I expect I’ll be decorating them this weekend.
**FCD ** left work an hour late so he won’t be home for at least another hour. But the critters are fed and I’m about to take a stroll to the mailbox. I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow, but I guess I gotta… <pout> You know, if you people loved me, you’d support me so I wouldn’t have to work. Guess I know where I rate.
Reading at lunchtime is a sacred pastime! And so is reading on the subway. When I used to ride the Metro to work, I learned quickly that it was my best quality reading time ever. In fact, even if I boarded the train with a couple coworkers who rode the same direction I did, we’d split up as soon as we got on and each go to our own reading corner.
My family has long since learned there’s no point in talking to me when reading because I simply don’t hear them. I mean, apparently the words go in my ears and some kind of automatic response comes out of my mouth, but it certainly never actually interacts with any brain cells. So if you want to converse with me while I’m reading, you have to get me to physically close the book and turn my attention to the outside world back on.
I have found a great way to stop strangers from talking to me when I’m reading in public, however – a book cover! Maybe they think I’m reading the bible or something and will start proselytizing them if they interrupt me, or maybe just not being able to see any of the book cover prevents their curiosity from being aroused. But it certainly puts a nice stop to, “So whatcha reading?” in a public place. In fact, I wore out one book cover I’d bought at a craft fair after using it so much that I finally figured out how to make my own. They’re really handy.
Yay, no more rush congressional [del]drivel[/del] work this evening! Beyond the semi-rush one, that is. Which I’m nearly half done with already, in spite of barely working on it. Because I just Don’t Wanna.
Another lunch time reader here. I love to sit down with my Lean Cuisine and my latest rental from the liberry. It takes my poor achey brain away from the clients and team members who are driving me mad. Plus no commercials!!!
So I was supposed to leave to go to this meet & greet thing at 3:30. It is now 4:34. And I’m still at work. Because of the #%$& forecast. I haven’t complained about the forecast in months. And I was all optimistic that this time it was going to go better. Yeah, right. So much for that. Argh, this sucks. There’s not going to be any food left by the time I get there!
Well, sheesh. I make a nice pretty EMT logo to congratulate our newly minted emergency medical-type person and y’all think I’m just frittering my time away. I’ll have you know that I could have knocked that out in 20 minutes if I hadn’t been tending to the phone and doing other work in between fits and starts of making it.
Hmph! I’m just going to take my pretty graphic and go over there.
::pouts::
::flounces off::
::stops::
::flounces back::
And I’m taking some baklava with me!
::flounces off again::
::flops down on chair in the corner::
Mika - I always want to know what’s going to happen next too, but I don’t like rushing it. At least, not to the extent that I miss out on some details. But then I’m a visual reader – that is, I kind of keep a running “movie” going in my head as I read. It helps bring the book to life. I also like re-reading a good book or series, too, but I don’t go any faster or slower the second (or third, or fourth) time around.
BBBobbio - How is it they manage to explain the airbag deploying if your bumper was not hit and the system was supposedly functioning properly? It sounds like they’re saying, “It was functioning properly when it went off, even though it wasn’t supposed to go off.” That’s great detective work there, Lou.
Now if y’all will excuse me, I’ve got a bit more flouncing to do.
You reminded me of a totally unrelated story.
My freshman advisor was a young man who grew up in Oklahoma and got his degree at SMU. (Yummy looking, too. I had fantasies about him - the handsome college professor - anyways) Also being advised by Jerry was another freshman. Other freshman was from the Bronx. (Bronx and I became good friends, even dated for a semester - we still keep in touch once or twice a year) Jerry was in awe of our worldlyness :dubious: seeing as we were from the Metro New York area, and thereforre must know all about these exotic foods the deli in town served.
So Jerry asks us one day “what’s a nish?”
We looked at each other then
“You mean kah-nish”
“Oh, yeah, right. and you cut it with a kah-nife, right?”
It’s one of my fondest memories of Mid-West Jerry.
I forgot!
I came in to complainn about my car, which is at my mechanic’s right now. Steering column stiff and unresponsive, battery light keeps blinking, and coming back from lunch, I got the :eek: sickly sweet burnt syrup smell of coolant leaking and frying on the engine - plus a bit of smoke billowing out.
I get to the mechanic’s and find it’s been a good 4000+ since my last oil change.tune up. oops.
So he’ll attack it first thing in the morning, and my supervisor knows I’ll be late.
But I had to miss my PT today because of this, and I missed Friday because I was feeling quichy, and missed Monday because of the @#%#&ing migraine. So when I go on Friday, it’s gonna hurt!
I’d love to send him to you, just not sure how that would work. But he needs at least another week or so of healing before we need to worry about a home.
Hee. I’m still a new driver and I smell things and hear things and… don’t… really… do much about them. Ooops. My husband gets on my case to have the damn thing cleaned, why does the car feel like it is not aligned when he drives it, did I notice driving over any bumps, did I hit three deer on the way home, how could I not notice running over that bolt, how did I not tear the Ballard bridge up behind me as I went, the crack in the windshield would have been less expensive had I taken it in when it was naught but a ding, now it is halfway across, fill it up with gas and you wouldn’t just stop moving…
Ah. Heh. I’m getting the hang of it, though. I’ve never had my license before!
Also, I’m scared of the Monte Carlo. It handles like a sardine can. I won’t drive it. He would be happier if I drove it because I could beat it up and it wouldn’t cost as much to fix as the Mazda. But when I drive it, people think I’m cool. Until they see me gripping the steering wheel and looking scared as hell.
In other news, it’s Wednesday, my day off. I’m tired. I went grocery shopping, I cleaned the bathroom, I played with Boo, and now I’m laying around with a grape Shasta in my underwear. Ah, Wednesday.
I also applied some temporary tattoos from various boxes of Botan rice candy. On the left shoulder is a Greek-looking horse. On the right shoulder is a frog. That one is a tribute to my French heritage.
All right, fine, so it’s 4pm and I’m getting a little bored. The frog is still cool, though.
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