Uh, me neither.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Now, no one can really say how much pain another person is in, but if you're lounging in your chair, chit chatting, grinning and joking around, it doesn't count at a migraine in my book.
If you're under your desk in the fetal position, with the trash can over your head, weeping because a field mouse 2 miles away is squeaking too loud - that there is a migraine.
Otherwise, just say "headache", OK?
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
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We now join The Simpsons, already in progress!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I mean damn, there have been days recently when I didn't even blog, and I'd been so good about posting 5 days a week for years! (Did I mention my brain runs BASIC? Explains a lot, I know. I think I have some bad sectors right now...)
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Syntax Error line 23431: Ha ha yeah right
Syntax Error line 43564: AS IF
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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I'm still getting used to having clouds in the sky, and actual weather. Oh, and livestock around every bend. There's a horse farm behind Best Buy. And another one behind the grocery store. Circuit City sells hay and live bait.
It's odd. Beautiful too.
The sky! Clouds! Too beautiful to be real, it must be special effects.
Did I mention we live across the street from a graveyard? Yep.
One of the businesses in our area. I am not at all affiliated with them.
Umm. We might just be in NASCAR country.
A horse ranch.
Another horse ranch.
One of a thousand horse-related businesses in the area.
What's this? If you guessed "A horse ranch" you guessed rightly!
Monday, December 18, 2006
And yet I feel like I SHOULD know everything. One layer of me demands that I know the answer to any question, and if there's something I can't answer, I actually get pissed at myself. If something stumps me, I MUST go look up the answer (at home or work). If I can't look it up right away, I'll jot it down for later research. As compulsions go, I could do worse.
It's this need to be completely credible that's driving me batty with the new job - since there's far too much for anyone to know, and even if you could somehow memorize it all at this very moment, all of the policies and procedures are under constant revision, so there it is: unending frustration.
I can't deal with feeling LOST. They say it can be up to 6 months before you feel completely comfortable. Good grief, I'll have killed someone by then. I won't give up without really giving it my all, but feeling lost all the time is exhausting.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Remember cassette walkman? Your batteries would get low, and the songs would start slowing down. Kids today probably think cassettes are funny.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Not that I was ever cool to begin with - I'm the guy with the fan on his desk, a lunchbox full of drinks and snacks, an ever-present tin of mints, a little bottle of pills, tiny tube of travel lotion, and a little rubber non-slip strip for my keyboard.
Did I mention I've only had the desk 2 days? Yeah it's uncool, but my geek ass is prepared!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
She doesn't spray pee anywhere, no misbehaving at all - she just rubs her face on everything (more than usual that is), twitches her backside and calls out to boyfriends who never reply.
We never took her to the vet for it, because she never made a mess or anything. She seems ok... Any ideas? Should we be worried?
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I guess all my musical roads lead back to that song, which is a bit troubling, when I started out with Tricky and Zero 7.
Still, it's an upbeat song and even though I only know 2 words of Spanish, I sing along joyfully - ever true to my white and nerdy roots.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
I did okay - I'm not very happy with my performance, there's a lot of room for improvement, and I have a bad tendency to rush. At least it's Friday! The weekend will give me some time to digest what I have learned.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I'm a bit nervous, but I feel well-equipped by the training. It's all good - there's just a lot of self-induced stress on The First Call.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Like a pen:
Millions of years ago, a forest is buried by a volcanic catastrophe. For eons, the plant and animal matter ferment into bubbly black goo.
Until one day, this oil is pumped to the surface from deep under the Gulf of Mexico, piped a few hundred miles to the processing plant, where the petroleum is fractioned and polymerized, automatically blended with synthetic resins in the XJ400 processing vat (7500 gallons at a minute, 18 million gallons a month).
Here it meets the ink cartridge, made in Argentina by the world's finest pressure-treated plastomer cartridge die (the GetterdunKreig YT12, made in Berlin).
Next robotic fingers as delicate as feathers and strong as steel pluck the tops and bottoms (ventral and dorsal, in penmaker jargon) out of the sterilized bin while the pieces still hot, still soft. The pieces are spun together like kite string and deposited (as gently as an infant onto a changing table) onto the packaging conveyor.
The blister packer eats pens like a Hungry Hungry Hippo eats marbles. Packaged pens emerge glistening and dewy with possibility, (though most are resigned to their fate as doodlers).
And at the end of all that, you casually pop the package open and are the first (and possibly last) person to ever touch them.