Attention!
Everyone knows smokin' is bad for your health, but it's especially bad for one particular counselor! So this is a public notice for all you guys--if you see this man smokin' any time within the next two weeks, please report him to me or other relative parties.
Here's a rough sketch of the suspect done by partner! . . .no more tomatoes, Pikachu.
( Officer Jean Jenny Havoc! )
Thank you for your time and please be on the look out!
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grahamsleight is a prince among men. He schlepped about thirty thousand pounds of European books and games--and two adorable stuffed toys--in his luggage so that I wouldn't have to pay transAtlantic shipping. - I once again spent too much of a convention stalking
crowleycrow. Well, not really stalking, but he kept being at the center of events I wanted to see. The hour-long discussion on Ægypt, in particular, was very rewarding. (It feels like I spent more time around him than I actually did because
supergee and I spent most of the four-hour drive each way listening to his audiobook of The Solitudes, which is superb.) - On the other extreme, we barely got to see
fjm, because we arrived late and she departed early. She has made me promise to find at least one meal she can share with us at the Conference next year. - I actually did some networking--but not for myself. Eugene Reynolds, intrepid and brilliant NYRSF staffer, has a friend who is a playwright in New Hampshire, whose plays are sometimes spec fic.
partimedriver's wife is an award-winning playwright in Vermont, whose plays are sometimes spec fic. They needed to meet, and they did. - It was sad to be among constant reminders of the death of
tomsdisch but superb to be among people who thought--think, and will continue to think--so highly of him. - The "NYRSF at 20" panel was a lot of fun, and would have been more fun if it hadn't been scheduled opposite the first Shirley Jackson Awards panel.
- Eric Van generally does a superb job with programming (previous complaint notwithstanding), ginning up fine discussions of topics two or three steps beyond the normal range of such things, and then populating the panels with people well-fitted to the topics. Much kudos to him. I might derive a few posts from responding to ideas tossed around in public.
- And I know it's a cheap thrill, but I had really, really missed the Kirk Poland Memorial Bad Prose Competition.
- If I listed everyone I was glad to see, I'd be here all night, but if I saw you there, I'm *glad* I saw you there. I hope I engendered the same reaction in you.
- Mood:readerly
- Soundtrack:"We Make Great Pets", Porno for Pyros
- Mood:
amused
Yes, that’s right FOXSports. Michelle Wie needs to learn her lesson. She should stop competing against men. Maybe you should get the belt ready in case she doesn’t learn her lesson this time. Danica Patrick and Billie Jean King are next in line, eh?
I’d say more, but it really kind of speaks for itself, and I’m between attempts to resurrect my wife’s laptop harddrive. Noticed this today when I pulled up an MSN homepage on a client’s computer. Grabbed a screenshot in case it went away. The article is still at FOXSports, but with a much less inflammatory headline.
Crossposted with klech.net( In which I discover I am not the descendant (probably) of Cynthia Sleeper and Freedom Beede. )
In any case, Momoko managed to track the family back to Scotland in 1800, which is a total bonus to have my Celtic stock confirmed, and I think that there was some Irish confirmation in there, too, which is double bonus.
We ran from NP to Rosendale along the railtrail and back for 7.58 miles. Our time was 1:13:50. Pace: 9:44. Average speed 6.2.
Here's a website were you can input all the data.
http://trail.motionbased.com/trail/acti
Fancy eh? I think I need a GPS.
I am off the next 3 days. Tomorrow I am sleeping late, or later than 6am. I am going to the chiro. Going to see the dark knight and perhaps run another day. Thursday and Friday I am climbing and I will likely be starting my work week again on Saturday.
shot of the railtrail near my house. Photographer unknown.
And one of the majors most dominant closers on the mound. Christ!
- Mood:
angry
So...I was off having an adventure on Sunday and Monday. A big adventure. With a little friend named Paul McCartney. And it was a BLAST!
Standing in line and then standing for the show was pretty painful (and when I say "pretty painful," I mean "excruciatingly painful" and I thanked my lucky stars for drugs) but once Paul came on, it was all worth it. Really, really worth it!
What? You want pictures? Oh, I got pictures.
Dad and Sister and I left at 8:30ish and headed for Quebec...it was a good, uneventful drive. With some silliness on the way. Here's where we pulled over to have lunch, a place that calls itself "Le 4 Saisons." I loved the road sign so much, I had to have a picture with it:
( More pictures under here... )
And, finally, I love sky shots...I can't help it.
It was a wonderful trip. Really, really wonderful.
And tomorrow is ND-Day (New Doctor Day)....cross your fingers for me.
Please.
Moggy
- Location:Home
- Mood:
calm
I work at a big-name bookstore outlet, in a rather large mall.
Our store was supposed to have our district manager make a surprise visit sometime this past week, so we were all on our best behavior- well, we tried.
On this particular day, there were 2 employees on shift, myself, and another girl with the same name. We had just blown up some balloons for our big clearance sale we have going on. So we had to tap the balloons back at each other for a few minutes. (Who doesn't?)
Then this man walks in, with his wife, and we knew he was somebody. He came right over, and was joking about my juggling skills. He asked us soem questions, and acted like he knew the answer to them. He then walks away with his wfe, walking through the store. I then find a pop one of the shelves, and dispose of it, before walking out for my 10 min break. I come back, and they are still there.
He comes over, asks me some more questions, and I check him out. As he's leaving he asks for our store card, and my name. When he gets to the door, we get a phone call and I answer. I happen to notice he's still at the door, listening to me answer the phone.
Afterwards, my co worker and I freak out. Did they like the store? Did we do a better job than last time? What will otu store manager say? He walked in on us playing with balloons, ect. He also asked for my name specifically.
About 2 hours later, we get another phone call, a man looking for me.
"Hi, this is so and so. I was in your store earlier, and I was wondering you if you had a moment to spare. I saw how much you loved your job, and you obviously take pride in what you do. I have this job opening in our headquarters in _____ and I think you would be perfect for the job. We should get coffee sometime and go over the job details. You are over 18, right? Well, is there a number where I can reach you? No, well, I'll give you my number, and you call me when possible, and we will see if we chan't schedual some time. I don't know how much you like working at ___ but I can tell how much you like selling books, and this atmosphere, and you have a great energy and pressence about you, and I would love to see you come apply for this job. You even impressed my wife, and that is saying much. Have a great day!"
wtf?
When I was doing research on the camera, I came across CameraQuest Rangefinder Profiles and read the profile of the Kodak Retina IIIC, which is a slightly newer, improved version of my camera. Stephen Gandy doesn’t think much of the Retina, particularly it’s complicated controls. (And I think he needs to get over his beef about the big and slow 35mm optional lens – most people stick with the compact 50mm f/2 lens that comes with the camera.)
He dislikes the metering system on the Retina and its use of Exposure Value numbers. I don’t mind the numbers. Stephen Gandy also doesn’t like the clip that keeps the shutter speed ring and the aperture ring in sync, but I find the whole system very handy. I meter once, transfer the EV value to the sync clip, then I can adjust either shutter speed or aperture without worrying about keeping the other parameter in sync. It actually behaves like all my automatic SLRs.
Yeah, the camera might have odd controls... but once you’re used to them, the camera seems to work fairly efficiently.
- Mood:nostalgic
- Soundtrack:Almost Lover (A Fine Frenzy)
Nanny to boy blocking slide: Hi, are you going down the slide?
(kid shakes head)
Nanny: Well, can we get past you?
(kid shakes head)
Three-year-old friend: Sam, share.
(Sam shakes head)
Three-year-old friend: Sam, share or I will leave you.
--69th & West End
A lot of people have arrived lately, but chances are most of you aren't meeting anyone new lately. It's too comfortable to just talk to the same people all the time. This is probably because you're socially inept. Luckily, I've just now come up with an ice breaker game that we can all play together. Consider it a good chance to get to know more people and at the same time find out what they think of you. It's called:
Fuck, Marry, Kill.
The way to play is to leave a comment to this post and to reply to other people who leave a comment here. Comment to people who you know or don't know. Don't just all pile on the popular person, if they already have three comments, they don't need you there too. Go find someone else who doesn't have three comments yet. Between the three people that reply to each person, the person who left the original comment decides which of them they would Marry, which they would Fuck, and which they would Kill. You can only use each option once, so even if you would like to marry them all you'll have to settle for just marrying one, fucking another and killing the last.
Since this is an icebreaker game, it's assumed you probably won't know to begin with what the best option for each person would be. This is why you should talk to them and get to know them better. Don't worry, one conversation is plenty to answer these sorts of questions.
Your reward for playing the game is interesting new relationship. And remember, three person to each comment, not more. The price for not obeying the rules is swimming lessons with Marcy-sensei.
((OOC: I think he explained the rules fine. But it's a MINGLING POST mixed with a GAME. I won't be commenting to everyone. Anyone is welcome to jump anyone. You can have a character participate as many times as you want, but please only three people to each comment made, try to give everyone the chance to play!))
I work at our local hospital. It's medium sized, but it's certainly not sparkly clean. This isn't to say that isn't clean, but ya know. There are the occasional blood stained cloths left on the floor, bandaids, contaminated tape, fluids, etc.
This is more of a WTF than a suck.
Do not let your child under -any- circumstances, go barefoot when he or she is walking around. Especially in a high traffic area. Ever. Especially in a hospital.
There's a statistic out there that claims that patients pick up many illnesses from a hospital - the flu, the common cold, pnuemonia, infection. Put some socks and/or shoes on those little feet!
Today, what did I do?
* 1k+ words on Masada
* Successfully transferred my entire music library (over 10 days worth of music) from the laptop to the external drive. Minimal casualties.
* Updated said library with some excellent selections from Ms. Winehouse, Mr. Budden (I now possess the entire Mood Muzik trilogy), Mr. Carter, and Chad and Pharrell, along with others.
* Refined the ending of Masada even further. I can't remember the last time I was this satisfied with the conclusion of a story.
* Watched what is decidedly the most bizarre television show ever. It was entitled "I Survived a Japanese Game Show." Yes. True story.
* Took apart a bed/futon and moved it.
* Thought about doing laundry.
- Location:home
- Soundtrack:Disturbed - Parasite
Manager - Hello, Mr. Jerkface? This is __ calling from X company about your appointment. I am sorry to inform you that the technician scheduled to see you this afternoon has been injured and is on his way to the hospital. We will not be able to keep your appointment today. Would it be possible to reschedule you to be seen first thing tomorrow morning?
Jerkface - This is completely unacceptable. I have been home waiting ALL DAY. (Mind you, it's like, 9:45 in the morning and his appointment wasn't until 1-3) Why couldn't you have called me sooner?
Manager - (a little stunned) Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I had no way to foresee someone getting injured on a job, and I am calling you at the first available moment.
She was able to talk to him (for more than 12 minutes) and get him to quit being a jerk and reschedule, but jeez. Who does that? I mean yes, it sucks that we don't have the manpower to rearrange the schedule enough to fit him in with just the two techs. But we notified him of the problem the minute that it occured, and it's not like he's out any money because he was getting a free estimate. He could have still even gone into work at that time.
