replaced but not forgotten
I just ordered me a new laptop. It's the faster baby brother of what I just had stolen from me. I know a lot of people aren't Vaio fans, but the SZ Series is the best combo of light and fast that I could find, since I am SUCH the power-head when it comes to my computers. I prefer to buy more than I need and run it into the ground (over about 6 years). I also need it as light as possible, since the RA dictates that heavy = BAD.
I loved my Vaio so much, there was never a choice.
Oh, and did I mention it has XP!!!!!! Not Vista!!! YAYYYYYYYYY!
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I know what you mean about wanting one fast..a couple of years ago..well nearly three now I reckon I bought a pentium D 820 that has all kinds of stuff..I am using about 6 percent it says..hell I don't know what all the 2.8GHz and 1024MB DDR2 and 250GB SATA HDD means but it is just a click to get what I want and I seldom have to wait for anything to download except the mu-nu blogs
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I just don't understand what everyone has against Vista. I have not had any problems running it (especially after Service Pack 1) and I've not once had a driver issue (and I use - well DID use - proprietary dictation software).
Now, I guess the GUI of Vista may or may not slow down performance, but you can turn all that off -
Anyway. I'm glad you have a new baby and I am still hoping that a thousand camels dance the watusi in the thieves' shorts.
a brief update
After consultation with the insurance folks, it's not worth putting in a claim, so I guess Uncle Sam's $1200 is going into the buy-me-a-laptop fund.
Wonderful dude was just here and replaced the window for $75. Sunset Glass in Pasadena. I can highly recommend them! And he was over an hour early. Took him about 20 minutes to get the old glass out and cut and seat the new pane.
So that's that. I changed all my passwords for my accounts and set a password with the bank, so nobody can access my stuff. I also signed on with Lifelock for a year's monitoring of my credit. They were actually recommended to us by both one of the cops who came last night and my parents' insurance guy, who has handled their accounts for years and is a good dude. So money well spent, I suppose.
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Sorry to hear your laptop got stolen, and your house broken into, that sucks!
Hope you get a swish new laptop, and the cops catch the bastards that did it.
Dear Idiots
I know you can read this. You stole my laptop, and if you're not the complete idiot that your botched job of breaking in to my house would seem to suggest, you've found this page by now.
Just know this, you left enough of yourself behind that the cops should be knocking on your door soon.
So just bring back the laptop and we'll call it even. Leave it on the front porch. I'll let the cops know you did the right thing.
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Here's hoping.
Again, I say I'm so sorry. Give Dali (and J) a hug from me, please. (Of course and your lil' baby, too. I forget her name but it's only because we haven't met.)
Posted by: vw bug at May 16, 2008 05:13 AM (FPOeI)
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Been there done that. It sucks to know that someone was in your house, let alone took what they wanted. I was broke into on a Friday while at work, stayed home Saturday, went back to work on Sunday and they broke in again!!!!!!!! arrrg. That was awful. Sorry to hear and maybe a new alarm system? you can get one from www.x10.com for next to nothing with no monitoring fee's at all. Works here just a though take care .. who are you? lol ;-)
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Been there done that. It sucks to know that someone was in your house, let alone took what they wanted. I was broke into on a Friday while at work, stayed home Saturday, went back to work on Sunday and they broke in again!!!!!!!! arrrg. That was awful. Sorry to hear and maybe a new alarm system? you can get one from www.x10.com for next to nothing with no monitoring fee's at all. Works here just a though take care .. who are you? lol ;-)
gray
that's what it looks like outside, and it's kinda how I feel. Now, today wasn't a bad day, not by any stretch, at least not so far, but it was just kinda blah.
I went to therapy today, which was good. Cold, once I got out of the pool, but good. As usual, my PT kicked my pathetic ass. I was doing leg lifts in the deep end. Ever used a Roman chair? You know, the one with the arm rests and grips and you hang from them and use your lower abs to lift your legs? Yeah. It ain't any easier using floating dumbbells to hold yourself steady in the water and raise your legs. Even if the water makes your legs weight less. I feel like I did 500 sit ups instead of 2 sets of 10 of right, center, left, center.
After therapy I showered and changed and went to work. Whereupon I was handed a nasty project with the deadline ASAP. And then I had to show someone how to work the AV system in one of the classrooms so we could get it set up for a speaker. A speaker, who, by the way I had to go listen to for an hour, when I could have been working on the aforementioned project from hell.
So yeah, blah. Just blah. And I get to spend this evening working on crap I don't want to do. But it is somewhat important, so I'll make sure it gets done.
And I'm tired. More mentally than physically. It's the end of the school year, university politics is eating my soul, and feel like my therapy should be having more obvious effects than it is. I need a vacation, but that ain't gonna happen anytime soon.
I think I'm gonna curl up with a blanket and a puppy or two and just try to turn my brain off for a while.
My Baby turns 9 today
OK, so she's not my baby in the usual sense, but she IS my child. The favorite, the spoiled one, the one who gives me kisses and runs to see me when I come home every afternoon. She watches while I sleep and gets offended when her Daddy and I argue with each other. She loves books and kleenex (to eat) and cheese and chicken and eggs that escape from my breakfast burritos. She's Daddy's girl when he's got trail mix and Mommy's shadow whenever there's a glass of Dr. Pepper poured out. My 35 pound hot water bottle who loves the snow beyond reason and runs from rain drops. My "worth her weight in Molybdenum" hound who has cost me more than a fortune in tests and specialists and pills and special dog food, and finally human anti-rejection meds for an allergy that only took a move home to California to cure.
But for all that, we wouldn't trade a moment with our "border spaniel cocker collie" and all the ways she's spoiled us.
Posted by: Mrs. Who at May 08, 2008 07:39 PM (DhhRx)
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Oooh! What a beautiful puppy-girl! Happy Birthday to the Princess! And many, many more! Hope she got a new toy and special puppy treats for the big day!
Congratulations!
Posted by: Lee Ann at May 09, 2008 06:20 AM (In0yv)
Posted by: vw bug at May 13, 2008 03:12 AM (FPOeI)
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This is how the gods do business:::::They use temptation and deception to compel people to chase something that has already been decided. It's children who go to "beaven". OLd people have to come back. The gods will use their power to contradict this, corrupting people and compelling them to incurr evil::::They used the Italians to ruin life in the 20th century, cost you the Final Prophet and the result will be death as you wait for the Italian Second Coming of Christ to save you.
This is the god's positioning and it IS going to be enforced. Never forget::::The gods have always offered "protection" to those genuinely religious. It is something that was always respected, even in the wicked 20th century.
As people begin to age the gods employ corrupting tactics. They ultimately begin to look down on the children and the wisdom they recently understood:::
They voluntarily turn their back on their opportunity to ascend and instead embrace evil.
It's not old people who go to heaven. Old people must come back because of the mistakes they've made throughout their lives. Children are the ones who have the opportunity to ascend.
Children are discounted by adults in society. The gods corrupt people as they age, use trust-building tactics and soon adults view the children as ignorant, yet to understand the god's system, and subsequently look down on the children. This is one of the most bitter, painful ironies the gods employ, for people consciously turn their back on and lose their opportunity to ascend::::
Religions teach that old people to go to heaven when they die. They don't. Old people are reincarnated. It's the children who go to heaven, those who have a chance at immortality.
The wisdom the gods impart to children, either through their innocence/purity or religious-based educational pursuits are the gods sharing the truth with their most favored people::::It's the children whom the gods teach the right way for it is the children who have a chance. For example, they teach children to have faith, for understanding the god's geographical clues hurts people by illustrating negative things, opening the door for the god's to employ deceptive tactics.
Old people don't go to heaven. Old people must come back because of the mistakes they've made throughout their lives. It's the children who have the opportunity to go to "heaven". They must behave apprioriately, think correctly and be genuinely god-fearing. Their innocence and lack of desensitization ensures they have a real opportunity to achieve this goal.
This is charecteristic of the gods methodology::::The big prize gone early, deception compels people to chase something that has already been decided. They sent this clue with boss as well. It is also a clue supporting my claim RW&B's german is in fact Christianity's Anti-Christ. Logic also dictates, considering the definition.
This individual was used to justify the repression of alternative technologies, and in the early/mid 20th century the elimination of productivity enhancing developments like Chicago's underground railroad for merchandise delivery to retail outlets.
There are other examples like this as well, notably the railroad on the lower span of the Bay Bridge.
This forced transport via internal combustion vehicles instead.
This is how the gods do business:::They get theirs right off the bat. The #1 industrailist, the #1 capitalist is the Anti-Christ, and he's been "in charge" for 150 years.
Of coruse this is all telepathic theater. He was just a clone host all along. All those industrialists were.
Flanders is on the Simpsons as a clue.
The confusion over this multi-dimentional positioning will serve as an effective tactic, eliminating many additional disfavored in the process, for positioning states the Apocalypse to be a continuation of WorldWarII's Aryan superrace ideals, positioned as punishment for the 5th century invastion of the Roman Empire:::John's Fourth Reich.
This amounts only to "nested theater":::::Levels of positioning enables the gods to scapegoat:::::RW&B merely is the tool the gods chose to execute the final scene of their scripted theater that is human history.
Just as they would have had me chase boss so would they have wanted me to sign on to this theater, evil by definition, and chase this role of Anti-Christ. By doing so I would have incurred evil and would have been punished, painfully "losing" Anti-Christ in the process.
Does that mean RW&B is not the Anti-Christ?? I suspect as they would have "offered" it to me so will there be a fake Anti-Christ for those in these generations to accept as well. But it is a clone host. This is ALL clone host theater, created not as a clue to me but instead designed to be preditory on the disfavored, designed to increase indecency and further the god's goal of justification towards The End.
We were all merely peasants centuries ago, struggling with our disfavor, but without the enormity of temptations, real and telepathic, which exist today.
They have shared I was positioned to some disfavored as the Second Coming of Christ, explaining all the evil surrounding me and RW&B's placement in the "eye of The Beast" was to positon the sabotage of my candidacy (Damien Omen, Big Army Men, etc).
The Big Lie of course is that Christianity is evil. The reverse positioning nature of Planet Earth dictates that good is demonized, as we wintessed in World War II, while evil is put on a pedistal, as we see with the Italians.
The truth? The gods used their tools to create this and the rest of the incidents surrounding this Situation to distract the people from my message, for I speak the truth:::Only you can save you. You have to be responsible for your own relationship with the gods.
The gods are asexual. They have no sex organs nor rectums.
When the gods take children these individuals have the opportunity to become "god-like". Temptations are employed and, if sucessful, these are the individuals who make up the human race's immortals.
I believe there are opportunities that exist for females that do no exist for males. I don't mean to paint with a broad brush but women's "sexual peak" may represent the transistion to "sociological males" and their "fall from grace". Considering today's promiscuity I question whether this is currently applicable, and is yet anther 20th century-earlier phenominah.
I believe Purgatory is real. I think it is a temporary destination, perhaps sparsely utilized until the Apocalypse, but this will be the destination for those who "ascend" during the event. As they've said this planet will too be disposed of one day and it is imperative people try to avoid that destination, for there may be no escaping its fate.
Posted by: This is how the gods do business:::::They use temptation and deception to compel people to chase som at May 14, 2008 10:05 AM (Zz71Y)
i owe you people something like an update
It has been a crazy week since I last posted.
Tuesday night we cleaned the house in preparation for an out-of-town guest. After we finished putting things away, vacuuming, and changing the sheets on the guest bed, we decided a shower was in order. Usually, since it's just the 2 of us, I turn on the shower, jump in and wash and step out, then DH jumps in and turns off the shower. Except the goddamned thing wouldn't turn off all the way. So hubby hauled out the tools and stripped the hot water handle back to the stem, then used pliers to get the stem turned off.
For those of you keeping score, this is the THIRD problem with the shower/tub handles since we bought the house. THIRD. By this time, however, it's well after midnight, and there's little that can be done except to get the water turned off and go to bed.
Wednesday, I got up and went to work, and then picked up my friend from the airport. We went straight from LAX to the beach, as she'd never put her tootsies in the Pacific. We had lunch at the Kettle (my favorite MB comfort food place) and then walked down to the waves. After goofing around for about 15 minutes and introducing her to the joys of squishing kelp bobbers, we walked back up to the car and made our way back to the casa. We got her gear stowed, watched some TV and went to choir rehearsal.
Thursday I dragged her to school with me, and she got to sit in for the final fetal pig lab of the year. Of course her patience was rewarded with a trip out to Melrose to shop at Fluevog and Kidrobot and lunch at Johnny Rocket's.
Friday we went to the Dodger game (Joe Torre Bobblehead night!).
Saturday was plumbing day 1. We took the access panel off the wall to see how difficult it would be to replace the diverter/valve/handle thingy. As usual, it wasn't that simple. As with the dishwasher, one plumbing job quickly became three, as we discovered that the water shutoff valves for the shower were broken OPEN. So we had to turn all of the house water off to replace those. AND we discovered that the shower would take a hell of a lot more work to replace... so we decided to cap the leaking valves and put the rest off, as we were having people over for a BBQ so that our friends could meet our guest. Much meat and wine took the edge off of the plumbing mess.
Sunday we went to see the Big Fat Rat. It turns out that was an excellent day to go. Not terribly hot, and not terribly crowded either. We rode all the big rides, and most of the smaller ones, too. The longest line we stood in was 45 minutes, for the Nemo submarines. Everything else was 20 minutes or less, including Indy! We had "linner" at the Blue Bayou (yum!) and went to Downtown Disney to the Lego Store via Monorail. We left at 9 because Monday is a work day, but everyone was exhausted by then anyway.
Monday was plumbing day 2. We fixed the valves and tackled the shower/diverter replacement. It quickly became evident that the geometry of the house made it IMPOSSIBLE to remove the pipes via the access panel. So we cut a hole in the side of the house! Extreme, but it was either that or rip out the fiberglass shower surround. And anyway, our house is covered in flat wood panels (1x 12's) with wood shingle siding attached, so what we cut out came out in one single piece (which we screwed back on when we were done). Once we could actually REACH the plumbing, the shower replacement was a piece of cake. And now it works great. YAY Hubby!
Tuesday was my class's final, and then another trip to Kidrobot and a tour of Hollywood Boulevard.
Wednesday I dropped my friend back at LAX, and our whirlwind week was over. Back to real life, and fast. I got a hell of a curve ball at work, and then I had to grade exams.
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Exhausting! Enjoy the weekend, if you are able. ((hugs))
Posted by: Lauren at May 01, 2008 11:12 PM (iUfJz)
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Phew! I'm exhausted just reading that! Plumbing problems are THE WORST. I break out in hives walking down that aisle at Home D. Too many bad memories. And the plumbing scene seems to be never-ending in older homes. Enjoy that shower!!
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hi there. i guess i went into the whole supporting mccain thing kicking and screaming but i am getting more use to the idea. for me it was the supreme court appointments - i needed reassurance that he wouldn't give us another ginsberg or souter. and YES i love the chaos in the democratic primary. for the first time last night i had fun watching a hillary speech!
Posted by: zoey at April 23, 2008 11:28 AM (oNP5F)
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I am loving the bloodsport of the Democratic primary season. However, I'm not ready to give McCain my support. In fact, he won't get it because I cannot in good conscience vote for him.. Truthfully, I didn't think it would matter much, but I'm beginning to wonder if the Democrats are actually stupid enough to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory this year. This year had all the makings of a donkey landslide, but now I'm beginning to wonder.
Posted by: physics geek at April 23, 2008 01:47 PM (MT22W)
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Yes, I'm loving the democRAT primary. Get some popcorn and sit back and enjoy. BTW, I grew up in Fresno.
Posted by: Alan at April 23, 2008 03:30 PM (vuVDm)
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McCain will get my vote by grudging default. I simply cannot vote for Obama or Clinton. Not gonna happen.
I, too, am finding the prolonged Democratic primary delicious. Usually they are pains in the keister to conservatives; for once they are turning their pain on each other. I LOVE IT!
Posted by: Phoenix at April 24, 2008 05:59 AM (4N2f4)
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McCain...the lesser of the evils. Real EVIL however, is watching our potential future leaders (it's a good chance) turn reality into a child's play. It's not a game, but I suddenly am transported back to junior high playing dodge ball, nailing the opponents as hard as possible, just for good measure and to prove I'm all badass. Sadly though, I looked more like a jackass (pun intended).
It looks like we may be in some serious trouble.
Posted by: Lauren at April 24, 2008 07:57 AM (iUfJz)
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Wow...from my previous comment, you would never know that I know how to use grammar properly. Sheesh.
Posted by: Lauren at April 24, 2008 07:58 AM (iUfJz)
Posted by: Richmond at April 24, 2008 11:52 AM (PN4cx)
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I'm taking a mop and bucket to clean up the puje but yeah, I reckon I'll vote for McCain ....that is unless he selects Mike Huckabee as his veep and then I will just sit it out....I cannot in no way rationalize a vote for a religious nut
Posted by: GUYK at April 26, 2008 05:21 PM (uyoGg)
Blogging in the 'Dena
Local blogging is alive and well in Pasadena, and the bloggers are a great crew to hang out with!
Just got home from the reasonably-semi-annually Pasadena bloggers picnic. Ok, it was really Foothill Cities, as the actual group who were there span an area from La Canada to San Dimas, and blog on everything from photography to journalism, to local politics.
Hubby and I decided to take the Princesses, and they were super well behaved. And of course, after running around the park all afternoon they are too pooped to pop! Both of them are napping on the bed at the moment.
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Hi CTG,
It was great meeting you today, along with your hubby and pooch royalty. It was my first time meeting the local blog community in person and I had a blast.
I plan on posting these links, too. Thought I'd have to look up a few, but you've done my work for me. Thank you! The only one you missed that I'm aware of is up2daterealestate.com.
Again, great meeting you.
Posted by: Petrea at April 19, 2008 08:51 PM (/2r0z)
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one more: http://mickieszoo.blogspot.com/
That's Naughty Mickie, the Doo Dah Queen.
Posted by: Petrea at April 19, 2008 08:53 PM (/2r0z)
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Okay, third comment and then I'll stop. Did EyeLevelPasadena really show up? I'm so bummed I missed her.
Posted by: Petrea at April 19, 2008 09:26 PM (/2r0z)
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Yep Eye Level Pasadena showed up (Jill & Gavin!)
And thanks for the props, CTG! Very nice meeting you and your husband in person.
I had a great time..and nice to meet your cute dogs.
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Yay! It was great to meet you. Thanks for the wonderful fruit!
Posted by: Kelly at April 20, 2008 01:06 PM (U7JnM)
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I'm in love with your dogs, and the grapefruit!
Exceedingly tasty.
Thank you!
Posted by: Miss Havisham at April 20, 2008 05:57 PM (gP0WJ)
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for clarification: I didn't taste your dogs, although I may have had a momentary lapse in judgment and licked one.
Posted by: Miss Havisham at April 20, 2008 06:04 PM (gP0WJ)
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I'm bummed. I lost the post-it note about the "west of the Mississippi" college you spoke of. I'll figure it out and then I'll be on the net to discover more. You might enjoy Floyd's site. A very interesting ditty on the Dunbar Hotel if you scroll down a few entries.
http://bigorangelandmarks.blogspot.com/
A pleasure to meet you Ms Caltech
Posted by: Palm Axis at April 20, 2008 06:26 PM (d4L/c)
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Darn it! I've got to get my ear back to the ground; I didn't realize this was happening. Oh, well: we'll have to have a blog-gathering once Hub and I get settled in Glendale.
(Moving on Memorial Day weekend!)
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 23, 2008 01:36 PM (Hgnbj)
"Dude, I saw that coming a mile away..."
Karma at work.
Wanna-Be murderer jihadists planting an IED without sufficient training, as captured by a US AC-130.
Posted by: brando at April 22, 2008 08:52 PM (rDQC9)
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Well - as it turns out - these guys "were" friendlies - info courtesy http://www.gotwarporn.com
who found the original video -
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=18f_1201000704
RIP
Posted by: Andrea at April 24, 2008 08:59 AM (AyCEP)
BOOM! -UPDATED
The best laid plans of mice and men....
I was on my way to work this morning, right near the freeway on-ramp, when I heard BOOM. Then rattlerattlerattle.
Yep, I blew out a tire. So I had to cancel my AM class and call AAA to come put on the donut for me. And, since the donut can't handle freeway speed, I had to get it taken care of right away. As we speak, I am waiting for 4 brand-spanking-new tires (it was high time to change them, anyway) and then I'll be on my not-so-merry way to work, I suppose.
Yippeee
/sarcasm.
UPDATE: 4 tires = $781. And I made it to work well in time for my 12 pm meeting.
It's Friday night, so WTF (severe profanity alert)
I rant, you decide:
If I see this so-called "pregnant man" again, I think I am going to puke.
Gender politics aside, this is NOT a man. Legally, sure. I can agree with that. Phenotypically, even. I can agree he's a man.
But don't fucking go around trumpeting that you're a MAN and you're pregnant. That's not the case, except perhaps on paper. And it's no fucking miracle. You stopped taking your testosterone and the female hormones made by your INTACT OVARIES AND UTERUS THAT YOU WERE BORN WITH started working again. There's no miracle there. That's how your body is supposed to work.
Then you inserted sperm, and voila! The process worked the way it was designed to. Funny that. You got pregnant the same way that every other person born with a uterus tries to. In fact, from what I understand, you had an easier time than a lot of us uterus-bearers, whatever gender our driver's license says we are.
You're not a pregnant man. You are a pregnant ex-female who chose to remain reproductively intact despite partial gender reassignment surgery. Let's be clear on the terminology.
A pregnant man WOULD be worth shouting about, and it would be a miracle. Seeing as how MEN are born without the means of conceiving and carrying a baby INSIDE their body. A pregnant MAN worth studying would be someone who is able to carry a fetus on the inside, and is born with sex chromosomes that say "XY" instead of "XX", and who are born with testes, and vas deferens and a prostate and a penis . Not a "man" born with a uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries, and a vagina.
That's no reason to get on Oprah and every other fucking show on TV, ok?
And before you fucking go off on me about being insensitive to transgender people, please understand that I could care less which set of chromosomes you were born with, and whether they match what you show on the outside. Just keep your crotch out of my face. When you go around showing pictures of your beard and man's chest and pregnant stomach, that's tantamount to waving your nuts in my face, which I don't appreciate. And don't go around acting like you got pregnant from sperm inserted up your fake dick, whether you have one or not, when you got pregnant the same way everyone else does. That's nothing to write home about.
All that being said, I wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness and the blessings of a healthy child, as every family deserves happiness and health. Just not in my face. If nothing else, out of respect for your child's well-being.
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Yeah, I don't see what the big deal is; a woman had surgery to attach a 'member' but gets pregnant anyway. It's not like the 'member' impeded the progress of the sperm at all.
Where's the miracle...?
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I was all set to make a smart alec comment, and then I read that. Seriously. You caused me to spill beer when I busted up...
Why is it?
I am so frigging much more productive working at home.
For example, I have sent a number of critical emails, both work and personal, arranged the appointment for the puppy's spay (next Monday, poor puppy) and gotten the sheets off the bed to be changed as soon as the mattress cover comes out of the dryer. I also showered and sorted and started a load of laundry. Also on the work front, I read through a number of documents regarding our upcoming accreditation review.
AND I have been blog reading and twitter-ing AND watching baseball.(KC vs DET on ESPN).
AND I only got up 2.5 hours ago.
If I was at work I would have: commuted, made photocopies, and sent some emails.
I love working from home.
Oh, and for the record, you can also keep up with me courtesy of my twitter page.
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I notice that too. If I have anything really crucial and concentration-intensive (like going over proofs of an article or grading student research papers), I have to take it home and work on it.
I think for me, psychologically, when I'm at work, I have in the back of my mind, "You can be interrupted any moment" (and I often AM) and I can't focus on things as well. At home, I know my phone's unlikely to ring (the students know that it dang well better be an end-of-the-world-is-nigh type emergency before they call me at home) and no one's going to come knocking on my door "just because" I'm in and they're bored.
Yes, I can shut my office door at work but that doesn't keep people from calling/e-mailing/knocking on my door. I guess when I take stuff home everyone realizes that I really MEAN "I need not to be interrupted on this" but they don't believe it when I stay in my office...
Posted by: ricki at March 31, 2008 06:01 PM (qrkix)
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Well, of course *I* highly recommend it.
I'm already twitterin' ya, babe. (I know, I don't know the lingo.)
Posted by: Margi at April 02, 2008 09:46 PM (zfeQt)
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P.S. You're far more organized than I am, but there are approximately 1.25 days like you described in my typical week. The other, leftover days? They're a lot of rushing around and typing frantically to make a deadline.
ALL DAY IN MY JAMMIES.
Mweheh.
(Actualy? I lie. I've taken to wearing scrubs for casual-work attire. Comfy as jammies but not as embarrassing if you have to run to the store. Heh.)
Posted by: Margi at April 02, 2008 09:48 PM (zfeQt)
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Boy for a day.
Speaking of spaying, our neighbors gave us a cat named Ming Ming. A pretty little thing. Hairy too. When the time came, I took her to be spayed. The vet asked "why do you want to spay this cat?" I said "because we get all of our animals fixed" He repeated "but why do you want to get this cat spayed?" I said "because it is time" He smiled and asked "who told you this cat was a girl?" He held up the cat. He said, as he pushed up Ming Ming's two little peas in a pod, "he's a boy. You see, here are his testicles." I thought for a second and then said "o.k., then cut them off."
Tiresias has nothing on him. (thank you Genesis - Cinema Show)
Should have called this story Three minute eggs.
Bucking Trends
We do that a lot around here I guess. First we bought a house when everyone said we should wait (if we had waited, we would never have closed on a mortgage courtesy of everyone and their aunt foreclosing...)
And now we bought a dishwasher (custom order since it's white... and the date stamped on the back is actually 3 days after we paid for it) when durable goods orders are "inexplicably" down.
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We have always done everything exactly wrong... yet here we are and it seems to have worked out. I conclude that the best thing to do is - do what works for you. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa at March 27, 2008 02:52 PM (rVIv9)
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Most of us 'real-lifers' can't wait for the 'best marketing move'. Have to do it when we need to. Can't always afford to wait.
Posted by: Mrs. Who at March 29, 2008 09:39 AM (ZUGLD)
An open apology
To those of you who know me in RL.
I'm sorry I've been so short with you lately, remote, cross, grumpy, etc.
I've been under a hell of a lot of stress lately. My job sucks big hairy donkey balls at the moment and I am being pulled in 6 different directions. Maybe 7. I lost count a while ago.
Add to that a new physical therapy regimen, and allergy season, and well, I have been an idiot.
Crying at the drop of a hat is nothing new for me, but having been guilty of it in public 3 times this week is too much. Especially combined with spending a good portion of my weekend curled up under covers.
Clearly I am compensating. So just let me be for a while, and I promise I'll be back to myself once I get things a bit more under control outside of myself. Or at least once I figure out where I stand. Or maybe just when I find the remote to the ceiling fan.
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Nothing like a comment spam to top off a post on what a crappy day you've been having. Maybe "Derrick" is a smartbot who does this on purpose. He/she/it just hit my bitchpost on Douglas Kmiec, too.
Posted by: Xrlq at March 24, 2008 05:17 AM (DI4j5)
Posted by: Eric at March 25, 2008 06:41 AM (g02Hg)
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Having been there (with the cross and grumpy stuff - except in my case there is often no excellent reasons such as you have!) I'm hoping things improve vastly fro you very very soon. It really sucks to feel like that. In the meantime, we'll be waiting.
Posted by: Teresa at March 25, 2008 09:49 AM (rVIv9)
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Oh, bless, honey.
Hang in there.
I have a sympathetic ear and broad shoulders, should you have a notion...
Posted by: Christina at March 25, 2008 12:05 PM (hDY55)
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*hugs* I hope you find balance soon. Sucks to be hanging out there.
Posted by: vw bug at March 26, 2008 03:28 AM (FPOeI)
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Aww, you poor thing. We all have times like this. Let us know if we can help.
Find that remote yet?
Posted by: Amanda at March 26, 2008 05:42 AM (5PUVj)
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Hang in there, Dear. And I have broad shoulders as well...
Posted by: Richmond at March 26, 2008 05:56 AM (bwq2J)
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I'm sitting here hoping you get through this bad patch soon.
And I still hope they find those assholes.
