Discussion in 'January And Everything After' started by Creole Ned, Jan 7, 2012.
I'm seriously not going to be able to look at SuperJay in the eye anymoar.
Just look at the Hello Kitty instead.
I only just realised what you did. Crying from laughter.
Wait, there's a world air guitar championship? Where do I sign up?!
We had a sort of exciting day today with an arrest taking place here in the library (outstanding warrant for burglary and receiving stolen goods, plus violation of his probation for felony spousal assault, it was this polite young homeless dude that hangs out here a lot), a class that had been re-located off-site but the word hadn't gotten out so people kept showing up here frantic and angry, three or four patrons kicking up a "get the manager" level fuss over our computer use policies, but the manager was off-site overseeing the class, approximately 1/3 of our staff out sick, plus I taught a class on Audacity. Despite my fear of teaching, that was actually the most pleasant part of the day. Small class for my fellow employees, pretty mellow.
Really ready for that three day weekend!
It sucks when you are out and about for 3 hours, including a stop at the grocery store, and then you get home and find yourself with a craving for something you don't have.
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Heh, brilliant. But in other random thoughts and questions; I hate this relationship I have with paper sometimes. I can't bear to mark it up so I have a huge hoard but how else am I going to draw?!! Perhaps I need to be hypnotized around this appreciation egards.
I would never have guessed that Robia Lamorte is a born again Christian. I always liked her character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but now she's all "witchcraft is evil" and the usual intolerant crap. Sad.
All three times it snowed this week, the guy across the street has cleaned my driveway before I even woke up (I swear he does it when it's dark out, because I leave at 7:30). I am confused, grateful, and really wish he would stop because I don't know how to thank him properly, all at once.
So uh, buying a used car. Apparently getting it inspected (which I figure is probably a damn good idea) means taking it for an estimate of how much it'll cost to get it inspected, then making an appointment for inspection?
Does anyone (like, say,
Elyscape) know a good place to get a car inspect in San Jose other than "look on yelp"? It's a 1998 Oldsmobile.
Pre or post tax deductions?
I do it at least once a week. My mother, every day.
Once a week. I also have a spare set of sheets in the event I don't wash them for whatever reason.
Unrelatedly, I start my occupational first aid training on Monday. I will soon be certified to use a defibrillator. CLEAR! I've also had the oxygen kit stored at my desk for the past several weeks (our old on-site first aid attendant got promoted to a different department/building and I was volunteered as his replacement).
I think it's just you have a mechanic, ideally one you trust, inspect it. Also, get a Carfax report on it; you'll need the VIN for that.
Shit, I hadn't even thought of that... and the various internet searches I saw didn't bring it up. Good thing I have Broken Forum!
I think I just narrowly averted a migraine. I got the visual auras, but the full-on agony didn't materialize after the usual 20-30 minute interval. I still have a headache, but it's not the usual please-kill-me-know event. That makes two in a row that I've managed to dodge.
So I sorta feel horrible now, because I kinda got hit on today by a guy who apparently didn't realize until it was too late that I was a little too preoccupied with checking out the chicks putting gas in their Versa to realize he was awkwardly trying to hit on me.
Where the hell does the term "Indian giver" come from? Usually with racist phrases you can see where they're coming from. Blacks are "coons"? Sure, alright. They look different, so they're animals. I get that. "Mexicans are lazy." Alright... they do the siesta thing, and their culture encourages working 9 or 10 days & taking a break in the middle. Same number of hours, but I can see how that might be misinterpreted to mean they're lazy.
But "Indian giver"? WTF? As far as I know, it was consistently the whites that would give something (or sell something) and then take it back later on when they wanted it. Is the term a form of projection?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Hmmm? Wondering about etymology is wrong? I'm confused.
Post - you should figure it out of your take-home pay.
That happens to me sometimes too. Big dramatic visual disturbances, and then... nothing, just a vague fuzzyheadedness that goes away after a few hours. Always a relief when it happens.
Europeans finding Native American behavior ungenerous and insulting only makes sense if they felt entitled to the goods in the first place.
When rent is calculated under government subsidy programs, they use "adjusted gross income."
Damnit, I cooked this chicken to an internal temperature of 165 degrees and it's still very much not done. I'm hungry! >.<
Why must cooking be so unscientific sometimes, harrumph.
Dear obnoxious internal pain shit: yes, logically, I realize I'm still recovering. But emotionally, it has been more than two weeks, and I want you gone. No love, me.
I would love it if my neighbor did this for me. Then I'd bake for them or give them booze (depending on what I thought they'd like). But that's me.
Haagen-Dazs dulce de leche is so good. But I know I'm going to pay for it.
My brother is not appreciating the giant Wreck It Ralph fists I gave his six year-old daughter for Christmas.
I consider this a victory.
Random fact for
Elyscape: giraffe milk is kosher. Because you never know when you're going to be thirsty at the zoo.
I'm on the Internet in the sky.
You can browse twice as high
If you take a look
It's in a book...
As the now proud owner of a Bluetooth enabled app-controlled cooking thermometer with not one but two temperature probes, I resent and disagree with that remark.
You measure the temperature the wrong place.
Where'd you measure it? 165 is done for white meat but dark meat needs to get into the 180s to be palatable. Also, if you slide the probe in such that it's flush with the breast but you push it too far, you can pretty easily measure the temperature of the cavity, which is of course useless.
That sounds like the beginning of
...You know what I'm just going to go back to drawing. ;;>..>
I actually didn't know that dark meat is supposed to be 180. Thanks!
So... I need advice. But my request comes with a fair bit of backstory.
I admittedly feel a bit naive and foolish asking advice on this bit of melodrama. But sometimes you just need the advice of more experienced people who you aren't afraid will judge you. Well, any more than you usually would.
I needed a bigger DVI cable. Go to the local store because I didn't feel like waiting a few days for my usual retailer to ship. Needless to say, it is a small business with no real cash register, just a calculator on the counter. The total price of said cable was $29. I hand over $50. The girl serving me looks at the calculator, I look at the girl. She looks down and I follow her gaze to see her counting with her hands. Full marks for working out the change without use of a calculator, but really, simple numbers like this shouldn't cause too much trouble I'd have thought.
Is there where I finally join the old age club, slip on my monocle and bemoan the youth of today?
I probably wouldn't text back. Especially with how she's already warming up the Guiltometer with the I am ILL and want to talk One Last Time, it would make me narrow my eyes after the stunt she pulled to get you to pressure Mr. P.
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