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|Sunday, July 25th, 2010|
I can haz wife now?
Apparently yes. Sigh.
|Sunday, July 11th, 2010|
|The Lessons of Busyness
You know, I think this post may be a repeat. But if *I* can't remember if I already posted it, I figure you all can't either. I generated this particular list while trying to get things done around the house, but it just as well applies to work. I think you'll find yourself agreeing with it.
The Lessons of Busyness
- Anything that looks simple takes forever, the things you think are tough go quickly.
- If you ask four workmen to schedule a visit in a completely open week, they'll all pick the same day. And the same two hour window.
- It doesn't matter if you schedule workmen to arrive on a manageable schedule through the day, they'll all show up within 30 minutes of each other anyway.
- The person you've been trying to reach by phone for two days will call exactly during the one five minute period all day when you're on the phone.
- Completing any single task requires completing two other, unanticipated, tasks before it. The real problem with this is that this rule also applies to the two tasks.
- You discover something during your second task that means you did your first task wrong, but it's too late to change it.
- The battle you've gotten yourself all ready for is not the one that you wind up having to fight.
- Any time one person tells you that you need to get something specific from another person, they're wrong.
- The part that you need to fix something is always no longer made.
- The paperwork that you suddenly discover you need is always the one that you just got rid of because it couldn't possibly be any use any longer.
|Wednesday, May 12th, 2010|
|Quote of the Day 05/12/10
Yes, I know, it's been awhile since you've seen ANY post from me. But I've been busy. Heart attach recovery, impending marriage, job stuff, house-hunting... there's no end to it. But I just ran across a quote that is so delightfully subtle, yet incorporates so much of what I believe to be politically true, that I had to share.
"...woe betide him who seeks in freedom anything other than freedom itself." -- Tocqueville
|Saturday, March 27th, 2010|
|Saturday, November 14th, 2009|
|A bathroom conversation
Heather is just finishing her shower, and gets out to dry off. As she does that, I walk out of the room to check the weather.
Heather: "You are not going to watch me dry my naked and wet body!?"
Me: "Oh, I didn't even notice."
Heather: "We're not even married yet!"
|Tuesday, November 10th, 2009|
|Don't worry, be smiley!
Every time I say "Now I've seen everything!", the world informs me that my assessment is completely wrong. I thought I'd seen everything when I saw the video on the chicken vaccuum, but then I saw the bacon leisure suit. So I won't say I've seen everything THIS time. However, this particular little device certain takes this year's prize for "misbegotten behavior modification device". I present to you...The Happiness Hat!
The hat that makes your happier by monitoring when you are frowning and causing you *pain* until you smile! Frown, you get zinged. Smile, and you're allowed to live your life in peace. At least from the hat. Talk about Big Brother! Current Mood: puzzled
|Saturday, October 24th, 2009|
|Man of Mush
I find I have been brought low by the simple expedient of denying me my Spicier Nacho Cheese Doritos. Or Doritos of any type, for that matter. Who would have thought that the removal of such from my diet would have the effect of turning my into a gibbering, sobbing, quivering pile of mental and physical mush?
(And I am still in trauma about the loss of M&Ms, so I can not speak of it.) Current Mood: cranky
|Friday, October 23rd, 2009|
Yes, it's a product. And yes, it IS bacon. I think. (And make sure you click on the second thumbnail picture to see the back label of the can, it is not to be missed!)
Are YOU ready for a zombie standoff?Tactical Bacon! Current Mood: sleepy
|Saturday, October 17th, 2009|
I ran across a video some time back (in a post bymatt_arnold
, thankyouverymuch) that had a remarkable impact on me. I have watched it quite a few times now, and continue to be both impressed and moved by it. But I have a terrible curiousity about the story behind the story. The piece is lovely and extraordinarily moody, and leaves much interpretation hanging. I would VERY much appreciate it if all of you would watch this, and tell me what you think happened *before* the piece. Why is it the way it is? What happened to the people involved? What is the point of what is being done? Frankly, I am agonizing over these questions, and would love to have opinions from other people. I will share what ideas I have after some postings have been done.
The video is a bit lengthy, about nine minutes, but is wonderfully worth the time invested. Please share it with me. Current Mood: stressed
|Tuesday, September 29th, 2009|
Yes, it has been a rather interesting week.
- Thursday, 9/24/09 at about 12:30 AM, - Proposed to the1trueheather, she accepted. Disgustingly happy. Go to dinner with treebones that evening and mention that my arm hurts.
- Friday, 9/25/09 - Have contractor to house to see if there was a way to do remodelling so that both the1trueheather and I can live here. Same annoying pain in my arm returns just before going to bed.
- Saturday, 9/26/09 - Go to ER in morning and discover that the arm pain was a heart attack. This does not bode well for the weekend.
- Sunday, 9/28/09 - Talk to cardiologist and get scheduled for a heart catheterization on Monday. Things seem serious but minor as heart issues go.
- Monday, 9/29/09 - Go in for heart catheterization. Based on results I don't even get out of the operating room but am instead loaded into an ambulance and taken downtown to the main branch of the hospital for immediate balloon angioplasty on a 99% blocked artery.
- Tuesday, 9/30/09 - Get the OK to go home and start my very own branch pharmacy. Get home to discover that the furnace wasn't working.
I still have Wednesday to look forward to.
Some random observations:
Current Mood: weird
- The West Bloomfield Henry Ford hospital is practically a resort hotel. From my private hospital room, I had a lovely view on the pond and trees, and was able to watch the deer come out to drink and see some types of birds we couldn't even identify. All of the rooms are private, are larger than most double dorm rooms, and are furnished like high end hotel rooms. There are also in-room movies, Internet, and TV available. All meals are ordered individually through room service, and are available 24 hours a day. And the staff was absolutely wonderful. They are also dedicated to satisfying your "unexpressed needs". This seems vaguely creepy, but I'll give them points for effort. If you're going to be deathly ill, this is the place to do it in style.
- The main Henry Ford hospital in Detroit is, shall we say, not as palatial. In fact, the rooms are so tiny that my bed, the bedside cart, and two wooden guest chairs didn't really fit. Trying to put the five people that visited me on Saturday into this room would have meant that three or four of them would have had to have been on the bed. I would say that the entire room, which I shared with another patient, was significantly smaller than the room I had to myself at West Bloomfield. (It also didn't have a sleeping couch and lounger, sitting area, and working desk!) And the heating and cooling was so bad that my room was like a sauna all Monday night and Tuesday day after my procedure, which was decidedly unpleasant. However, again the staff was unfailingly nice and helpful, though somewhat a little light on the experience side in some cases. (It's a teaching hospital with a high number of inexperienced interns and residents.)
- Medical practice has come a long way in my lifetime. All of the doctors involved in my treatment (and there were probably about six cardiologists and one or two non-cardiac specialists) gave me plenty of information, actively involved me in the decision making, and very patiently answered my questions. (It probably helps that I know enough about heart issues and treatment to ask reasonable questions too.) But we've come far from the days of Dr. God.
- My car is still sitting in the emergency room parking lot at the West Bloomfield Henry Ford hospital. I need to do something about that.
- The furnace is working again. FLAME may be expensive, but they get somebody there in two hours and just fix the problem. That's worth it.
- It's amazing how fast word gets around on things. I swear some of the people that called me in the hospital had more information on my treatment than *I* did!
- And thanks to all of the folks that came to see me, but particularly to dawnwolf and schometortoise, who did more to help out both me and the1trueheather than I can describe.
|Saturday, September 26th, 2009|
has agreed to become my wife.
I will not sully that statement by adding anything further, save mentioning my immense gratefulness. Current Mood: indescribable
|Friday, August 14th, 2009|
|Say Hello, Steve
Just dropping a quick post to say Hello to everyone, and assure you that I am indeed still alive. It's been a most unusual year, and life has thrown all manner of surprises at me. The strangest thing is that I've gone several months now with experiencing the highs and lows of life - and nothing else. ONLY the highs and lows. Extreme
highs and lows. Nothing even remotely moderate. It's been... stressful. And in some ways almost unbelievably rewarding. I guess it justs goes to show the wisdom of a closing quote from a favorite television show of mine: "There can always be new beginnings... even for people like us."
(Bonus points if you can identify the TV show. Major geek cred if you know what character said the line. And UberFen status if you can name the episode title.) Current Mood: somber
|Saturday, June 27th, 2009|
|Remembering Ricardo Montalban
This is actually more than a bit out of date, since Montalban passed away about six months ago, but I only today read an obituary that I simply had to share.
It’s always something stupid that people remember you for. Ricardo Montalban appeared in hundreds of movies and television shows in a career that began before Pearl Harbor, yet to members of the age cohort that is now running America, he is best remembered for extolling the Chrysler Cordoba’s “soft Corinthian leather.” Here at National Review, Montalban made a deeper impression — as a longtime subscriber, a thoughtful conservative, and a friend of the magazine. Our publisher, Jack Fowler, recalls a National Review Institute dinner “where, nobly perturbed, he stood up and hushed the chattering crowd because Bill Bennett was speaking. Just the hint of the wrath of Khan was enough to bring instant silence.” Cheesy commercials aside, Ricardo Montalban will be remembered as a perfect gentleman, courtly and patient with fans and strangers alike; as a devout Catholic; and as one of a tiny handful of performers who, when the situation required it, could actually out-overact William Shatner. Dead at 88. R.I.P.
From National Review Magazine, Feb. 9, 2009
|Thursday, June 25th, 2009|
|To the non-college graduates...
...a simple question - what did YOU do with the time you didn't spend at college?
"...Alexander Hamilton [...] lived in St. Croix from ages 9 to 15. St. Croix was his last stop before college; like many a resume stuffer today, he thought of Priceton, but ended up at Columbia (then King's). He never graduated, fighting the Revolution, writing the Federalist Papers
, and running the Treasury Department all intervening; slacking isn't what it used to be." -- Richard Brookhiser, "Sugar Islands", National Review, 25 Jan 2009
|Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009|
I have a most marvelous girlfriend. She asks for things for her birthday present that are even more fun for me to give her than they are for her to get!
(Well, maybe not MORE fun, but it's probably a close thing. :) ) Current Mood: grateful
|Monday, June 22nd, 2009|
|In memory of the fifth grade
Sometimes things strike you as so funny, you have to share. Even if they are *definitely* elementary school humor...
Word of the Day
|an amphibole mineral, magnesium-iron silicate, similar in composition to anthophyllite but richer in iron.|Origin:
named after Cummington,
Mass., where it is found; see -ite 1
(With thanks to Dictionary.com
.) Current Mood: silly
|Saturday, June 6th, 2009|
...are you all frakking HAPPY now?!?
What is WRONG with you people?!
EDIT: I should note that this comment was an expression of general frustration at numerous things going oin in Real Life, and that I was only venting at those who read this LJ, NOT directing the comment at them. Sorry if I panicked anyone. Current Mood: infuriated
|Saturday, May 30th, 2009|
|The "Miniatur Wunderland"
If you have even the slightest interest in model trains, or just love gadgets and amazingly well done modelling, then you have GOT to see this video. The Miniatur Wunderland is the largest model railroad project in the world: over 16,000 square feet in layout, more than 10,000 train cars running simultaneously, and 6.8 miles of HO gauge track. A mammoth labor of love, and a huge tourist attraction, it is truly a wonder of the world. See it here: Current Mood: artistic
|Squirrel Tidbits (Literally)
The latest news in the ongoing battle against the Great Squirrel Menace. Officials in the city of Spokane have recognized the extent of the menace, and are replying with advanced technology. An incursion of hundreds of ground squirrels is being beaten back with the help of ... THE RODENATOR! Here's the news story:
Spokane parks detonating ground squirrels
Thriving rodents digging up Finch Arboretum
Mike Prager Current Mood: aggressive!
Hundreds of ground squirrels have invaded Finch Arboretum and are turning the grounds into Swiss cheese.
Even worse, it’s breeding season.
Spokane Parks officials are mounting a counterattack with a commercially available weapon – the Rodenator Pro — that injects their burrows with propane and oxygen and sparks an explosion that shakes the ground and collapses their furrows.
It also turns the little critters into fertilizer.
Also, here's a great look at the latest in WSD (Weapons of Squirrel Destruction) technology. In the splendid tradition of Caddyshack, behold the Rodenator Pro!
|Friday, May 29th, 2009|
|Work, and 1,001 uses for a sheep...
One of the unfortunate things about my job is that I am constantly faced with dealing with people where the only conceivable response to the things they utter is "Where in the hell did you come up with THAT!?!". It seems I'm not the only one with this problem. And, as is the case these days, someone did a YouTube video about it. I present to you: "The Vendor Client Relationship".
And, for no particular reason, and with absolutely no connection to work, I submit to you "Extreme Shepherding Art". Yes, art with sheep.
EDIT: Oops - almost forgot to give credit where credit is due. Thanks to hyrkanian
for the link - though she doesn't know she gave it to me. Shoot, she doesn't even know ME. :) Current Mood: drained