Thank Og! I thought things had gone all derailed there for a moment. Urm… guys. You can come out of the corner now.
I’d post in my usual frenetic style, but it’s hotdamn LATE! and i’m feeling rather LATE, so I’ll be off to BED in a moment (For all you fantasy specialists out there, y’all can imagine me in a nice set of denim pyjamies, with frayed bits around the ankles!) (woowoo!).
Well maths was never my strong suit (Scout, you’d be similarly amazed out how little mathematic nouse a graphickal illustrator dude would need, although for a while I could add an subtract in 25 frame timecode without using my finger or nuttin! That was fun). So I’ll be first to ignore the OP and suggest we discuss something important like Pie. Not Pi, just Pie (sorry, too obvious, so I had to make the joke first).
I sleep now
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
(which is ‘zee zee zee’ for the 'murkins,
and 'zed zed zed for us 'Stralianses).
Actually, I got home last night at about 1 am. It was going to be about 6 pm, but then the car decided it was all conflicted about being a car, and wanted to be a toaster or something instead. So it wouldn’t start. And then when we stopped for gas, it wouldn’t start again.
We drove from Scranton, PA, to Toronto, on 3/4 of a tank of gas. Driving Husband deserves a medal or something.
I am ignoring the math because math is hard.
I went to a Trader Joe’s. I am going to start a big letter-writing campaign to get a Trader Joe’s here in Toronto. I am currently eating a bowlful of some kind of vanilla nut cereal and it is fantastic. I also have triple ginger snaps, peanut butter and chocolate cookies, TJ white cheddar mac’n’cheese, and a bunch of other stuff. I’m not sure I can live without a Trader Joe’s. Quasi-Daughter bought a lot more than I did, and we got the managment to embarrass her because we told them it was her first visit.
She got free cookies.
Philadelphia is really pretty, Villanova is all Ferraris and Jags and really pretty, and we dropped Driving Husband’s bottle of everclear on the concrete steps while unloading last night. He is very sad.
a ‘Fall hike’? But isn’t the point of hiking to keep walking and not fall?
…or is this a Judo thing? HAI-thw[sub]*[/sub]p
And thanks for the TMP 'splanation Rue, although technically speaking (which we were,
…WE WERE!
…No, YOU started it!
…You did!
…Really!
…with all them angles n’stuff, doncha 'member?)
it’s a TNP for me… cos I’m funny that way…
Happy whatever monday’s holiday was you peoples over there!
Happy, happy happy
The sad thing about this post is that I’m sure I missed about half of the math-type jokes.* The only math I’m good at is playing with dip switches on stuff at work. I’m all about adding 16, 32, 2, and 1 so I can tell a thinger to do its thing when I tell 51 to turn on.
*There are jokes in here, right?
I actually was pretty good at math in school - but now that I am free, I can skip the whole math thing. I’ve done my time.
Hope y’all had a good weekend. I did - since I am single, single, single (hoping to associate myself with single as much as swampbear associates himself with burly men. I would make a joke about hanging out in my new condo, but since not many people realize scout & I are the same person (it’s a working theory!), it would lead to all kinds of confusion and disaster) I got to do exactly what I liked. And what I liked is to watch TV and read some filthy books (those soft-core porn books aka Harlequin Desire - haven’t read them in a while - they became hardcore without me noticing!). Anyway, in between the laziness & filthy mind, I went to the Maryland RenFest. Huzzah! It was fun, as these things commonly are. Fun enough that the people I went with think we should go back in October - there are shows that we want to see that they weren’t doing yet.
Other than that - it’s Tuesday - and it feels like Monday. And I’m even getting work done! Huzzah for me! And the work includes C programming, and I was stacking paranthesis, which explains why I had some in the previous paragraph - it’s a habit. But at least they are all closed properly!
Susan
susan, I wish by now we’d have proven that theory. Because I’d much rather have had YOU[sub]er, me?[/sub]lugging those boxes upstairs. Of course, next weekend is FURNITURE, which means I’d like for ALL OF YOU to take my place.
I’ll buy a bloomin’ onion, since that’s the payment my dad is extracting from me. I say, if it gets my bed from my appartment, upstairs into the new place, it’s worth the cost.
I have absolutely nothing to add to the discussion of angles. I do have a lapful of cat hair - most if it still attached to the cat. And I’m very tired because said cat jumped upon my person at least 3 times last night, disturbing my slumber. I can promise that if he pulls such a stunt again, he’ll be an ex-cat.
Speaking of which, where’s Ex?? Is he out looking for welby? I expect swampy is contending with the remnants of Frances and he may be powerless. Or do bears deal with hurricane remnants by drinking beer and eating cookies??
No, we’re not. I’ve been here all along, and haven’t had anything to say, OP relevant or not.
I will add that Rue’s assertion is compounded here in Virginny, because none of the roads go in a straight line for very long. If you think you can leave the house, make four lefthanded turns, and wind up where you started, you’re sorely mistaken.
Hell, Mercury Boulevard runs in an arc across The Peninsula, with the route direction going north-south, but if you start at the James River Bridge in Newport News looking out onto the river, you’re facing south, and if you look into the front gate of Fort Monroe at the other end, you’re also facing south, but you traveled east (mostly) to get there. It really screws with my midwestern based N-S/E-W straight roads sensibilities.
I get lost quite often, and I have rock solid map reading and navigation abilities.
While I have your attention, I also am taking the opportunity to say sausage .
Fighting ignorance, I did some of that this morning! It started with baloot, then cloacas, chupacabras, vampires, and ended with kiwis (the egg laying sort, not the fruit or people sort). There was also a heated debate on the reliability of certain news programs and it was determined that yelling ‘cite!’ during lecture would better be contemplated than executed. Thank you, I do what I can.
My weekend was boring, I encountered not a single triangle, not even of the Dorito kind. Somehow, though, I’m missing a glass and one clothes brush.
One of my sweet little cats has been curling up in my laundry basket the past couple days (all together now - awwww). Not a big deal to me - it’s all dirty laundry, and she looks so cute. Anyway, last night I took a bath, came out of the bathroom, and flung my wet towel across the bed and into the laundry basket. It was a perfect throw, if I do say so myself - a rare event. Then I paused for a second. Yes - subconciously before I threw the towel I had noticed a little kitty head. Oops. Towel had landed so perfectly though, that it would not actually land on said kitty, but across basket top & over cat’s head. Knowing my cat, though, she would be utterly confused - so I went over and pulled the towel back. Doesn’t detract from my perfect towel-toss in any way.