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| Ugh, so $HOUSEMATE is smoking...in her room. The room thing doesn't bother me so much except that I can smell it down at the bottom of the stairs. She is going to get a talking to when she gets home which is really going to end in 'don't smoke inside.'
On a brighter note, $HOUSEMATE decided it was time for the new girl to go. She gave her until the end of the week (longer than I would have given her) to find a new place and get out. YAY!!!!! If she isn't gone on Sunday I'm putting her shit on the side of the road, rain or shine.
So what pushed $HOUSEMATE over the edge you might ask?? Well this morning $NEWGIRL tried to flush a sanitary napkin down the toilet and it got caught and she couldn't get it out. $HOUSEMATE told her it was her responsibility to get it out and apparently she disagreed. I think it is still caught at the moment. On top of this, she got menstrual fluid all over the toilet and made a mess of the sink. $NEWGIRL also claims she left her watch on the sink last night and it went missing...no idea what that is about. Finally, this morning she was trying to scare $HOUSEMATE's cat away by pounding on the floor. She was pounding so lound that she woke my dogs up on the other side of the house.
I'm glad $HOUSEMATE is kicking her out, saved me the trouble.
Note to $LANDLORD, you don't want this new girl living in your house... | |
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| ... so why are we waiting in line again? really, why is anyone waiting in line? we're all going the same places in the world, having at least vaguely similar experiences, and facing the same challenges. most of time, the order doesn't matter. it just seems absurd all of a sudden. ever had one of those moments when your mind starts analyzing everything to death, including common words? wtf is up with mushroom? i can imagine some may be mushy... but the room part? i can make no sense of this. | |
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| This may not be in the form that most would normally consider, but here's a particularly nice 1980s robot in action.
It lives at a slightly weird gas station though. There was a guy doing detailing services there, or somewhere nearby, who kept downright irritatingly promoting his services, then followed me to and INTO the wash bay, asking why I wasn't just taking my bird poop-bejeweled car to him. He came up on the right side of the car when the machine was near the end of its foam bath mode, went to knock on the window while standing near its right rear arm, and... well... CLICK! WHIRR! SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!
Those 'pinwheel' brushes are not a dermatologist recommended means of facial cleansing.
In retrospect I should have gotten THAT on video, but I was just annoyed with him and decided to exclude him. Darn... that would have been funny, too. :P
Today's the CSO president's orientation. I know just about nothing about it other than that it's loooooong. I've heard nothing about officers' orientation under the new system.. does that exist too? o.o | |
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| http://blog.aragirn.net/2008/08/21/no-man-alaska-alaska/ http://blog.aragirn.net/?p=299 I wrote this for BSSD’s StraitTalk Blog but also wanted to post it here.
Six months ago, if you’d ask me what I’d be doing at the beginning of August, I would not have had an answer for you. Certainly I would not have imagined the truth. Well, that is not quite the truth… I have always dreamed of at least visiting Alaska, but if I had said I would be living here, it would have been with a jocular smile on my face. It would have been the type of smile that said, “Just kidding; I’ll probably be living in the rat race like everyone else, trying to eek out a living and pay off student loans.”
Now though, well, here I am, smiling at the memory of stepping into the Detroit airport at 5:30am on the 29th of July to board the first of four flights that would take me to my new home. Quickly covering the distance between Detroit and Las Vegas (an area I had spent 45 days earlier in the summer exploring), a short layover put me on the plane to Anchorage. Two-hundred and fifty pages later, the clouds broke and the awe-inspiring sight of the Chugach Mountains became visible through my window. Thankfully, I was met at the airport by a group of Bering Strait School District (BSSD) veterans and new teachers who were participating in this year’s Welcome Wagon event, designed to help new BSSD teachers make the transition through Anchorage and prepare for their new life away on America’s last frontier.
Two days, a cancelled flight and a side trip to Whittier later, I found myself on my third flight, bound for Unalakleet, knowing that I would be in my new home before nightfall (I beat sunset by a good six hours, arriving in Shaktoolik around 6pm.) A short layover, a trip to meet a fantastic group of people at the District Office, and a serendipitous run-in later, I boarded the smallest plane I’ve ever been on for a 15 minute flight along the shore of Norton Sound.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, I was back on the ground, being greeted by the few teachers at my site who hadn’t been on the plane with me. You know what though? It’s felt like home since my feet hit the dirt and still, almost three weeks later, it still does. And you know what? I’m having a wonderful time in “Alaska, Alaska.”
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| Franklin at The Panopticon reports that The Knitter's Niche in Chicago has experienced a theft-- several beautiful hand knit lace shawls and over $5k in high class yarn... but no cash. The 8 lace stoles stolen include: - a white lace stole with clematis edging
- a capelet of mossy green, hand-dyed kidsilk with ribbon trim
- a stole in grey-beige hand-dyed alpaca
- a shoulder scarf in sage green cashmere
- a stole in rose hand-dyed cashmere/silk
- a stole in pink hand-dyed kidsilk
- a large feather-and-fan stole in variegated red, turquoise and copper bamboo/silk
All of which sound beautiful. However, they represent years and years of work... I don't know what yarn has been stolen, but expect it'll eventually turn up on ebay or a stash reduction list. I've asked for a list and other's have suggested it be posted on Ravelry and other crafting sites and email lists. Let's spread the word amongst the crafting community so this theif doesn't profit from the theft... | |
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| Somebody kind of recently posted in the comments with a userpic that was an animated loop of a drawing of a cat jumping on the table while someone is eating. I wanted to show it to somebody and I don't remember in which of the zillions of comments I saw it in, or even when. If it's you, can you post a little "hello" so I can link my friend to it? Thanks. PS. I got engaged! :D Edit: Thanks guys, you rock! It's this one:  (I have a 12 week old kitten and she doesn't yet comprehend that when she gets chucked off the table it isn't a suggestion that she try a more clever or persistent way to eat my food. It's this icon, exactly. She's even gray.) | |
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| So $HOUSEMATE's kitten got caught in a string that attaches some cat toys to my cat tree. The cat tree is in the dining room and $NEWGIRL was out in the kitchen when this happened and she did nothing about. She just ignored that cat's meows while it's arm was caught and was hanging from one arm and couldn't get free.
She didn't even try to find someone else to help the kitten. I know she could hear it because I was much further away and hear the kitten's cries and went to save him.
If I didn't save him she probably would have left him hanging. What an asshole. | |
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| VISI just sent me my official job offer! Salary isn't killer like if I had an EE job, but it will defiantly pay the bills and then some. Job starts on the 22 of September, so it's time for a road trip! | |
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| From sraun. I, apparently, am not very weird. | |
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| This has got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever seen. Check out the winning bid, for a piece of toast that the shape has obviousy been scraped into with a knife. But for that money it kind of makes me wish I'd thought of it first... - Mood:shocked
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| PhotoshopDisasters is just what it sounds like, and several of the disasters involve a degree of stupidity. This is my favorite fail so far. | |
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| Scene: Classroom (reading Oedipus)
Stupid Girl: But I don't understand Corrogus (Corrogos?)! What do I do? *woe ensues*
Me: The character Corrogus is the reason it was called corregated cardboard. Like the paper product, he had many layers that made his character strong!
Stupid Girl: Oh! *includes in oral report.*
Ok, really... what are high school english classes coming to? I'm in honors, for goodness sakes. :] | |
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| First stupid: When I was in 10th grade, I thought my boyfriend giving me a hicky on my neck would be the greatest thing in the world.
Second stupid: The next day at school, the following conversation happens with a girl in my science class:
Her: "What, did a shark give you that?"
Me: "What? A shark?"
"Yeah, you know like a shark. They suck on you." (She simulates a shark fin with her hand on her head and makes a sucking noise.)
"I'm pretty sure sharks don't suck on you. Maybe you are thinking about a kitten."
"Uhh, hello. Big difference between kittens and sharks, only sharks are water mammals and kittens are land ones."
My teacher couldn't stop laughing. | |
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| "I still think the Georgia Bigfoot is real."
So, on a message board I post on, the recent, faux Bigfoot got a thread. You know the one, the blurry photo of a cheap gorilla costume, the DNA testing that turned out to be 4% human, 96% opossum. And the story where all of us rational people kept wondering why the media was giving it the time of day when people are dying in Georgia (not our Georgia, the other one).
Well, this idiot remains unconvinced:
"Call me crazy, but I still don't think this is fake. Heres why:
1. Tom Biscardi says the DNA must have been taken wrong. Who's to say he isn't right about that? I won't give up until the Autopsy proves that it is fake.
2. Why would 2 samples of the same thing come from 2 completely different sources?
3. If one of the DNA samples is right, who is to say that Bigfoot isn't so closely related to the human, that it came out as human DNA?
Also, would you guys rather hear about more people dying on the news, or Bigfoot?"
My reply to this moron.
1. Who's to say he's a liar? Critical thinkers.
2. Because it is a hoax?
3. Anyone who passed a biology class.
4. I'd rather hear about actual news than a couple of redneck pulling a prank on a news media gullible enough to give them attention.
I would rather hear about events going on that affect the world, and affect us all than hicks with a cheap gorilla costume vying for fifteen minutes of fame.
I would rather a news media that doesn't insult my intelligence with trash like this. The Weekly World News runs more creative and convincing stories than this. | |
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| Vandaag geeft mijn docent een heel grote compliment. Zij zegt dat mijn nederlands is fantastisch! Sinds ben ik hier slechts een maand, het is verraster dat mijn nederlands is zo goed.
Ik heb een toets morgen, maar denk ik het maakelijk is. Ik ben niet deze tijd zenuwachtig
Vandaag went Luo (mijn vriend) en ik achter klas naar de "Amazing Oriental" winkel in de noord-Groningen. Die winkel is heel leuk, en ik vond Amerikaans "brownie mix"!!!! Hoera!! :D
Ik moet voor mijn toets studeren! Tot later! :) - Mood:blij
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| I'm so tempted to steal some of the abandoned equipment down at our transmitter site. XD I went down there today to try getting the 147.000, APRS digi, and 442.350 back on the air, and to perform some maintenance on the WRGP gear. The WRGP stuff was in good shape, though the room's floor is mysteriously littered with dead centipedes...?
CENTIPEDES?
IN MY TRANSMIITTER ROOM?
It's more likely than you think!
I wasn't able to get into the breaker panel to reset power to the ham repeaters up at 1400', so... meh. We've got other repeaters for now. The NBC6 guys will probably have to give us ye olde reset. Hopefully the gear up at 1400' isn't all soaked or anything... it pretty much got two solid days of High Impact washdown. We'd be lucky to find that it hasn't turned into a car* up there or something. But yeah... there are FM and TV transmitters just littering the halls there. One of the FMs is completely fried, one of them is all tube and probably is not, and... well, it just goes on and on. WTF? I have no clue what I'd do with a 15kW FM, though. At least for now, WRGP's not going to be able to get licensed to use that much power. Oh, you all will be pleased to know that I bitchslapped a Harris Quest. It decided not to turn back on immediately after I hit its ON button, so I gave it a nice karate chop to the FACE. That brought it promptly back on line. XD Meanwhile... I think I've pretty much gotten the media/color management issues worked out with the solid ink printer we've been playing with here. Fun stuff. I'm looking to get back to making silly comics.. and when I do... I'll have the ability to make nice prints with that. The color kicks ASS compared to inkjet... it comes out like a magazine page, but not all smudge-o-matic glossy or flimsy! Woot. I'll do some aging tests to see if I'm going to need to find a way to UV coat prints from that (read: leave one taped to a tree for a few days). Someone actually e-mailed me last night asking whether Blue Neon is still in the works. The answer is, yes, it is. Yay. * Severe Mindfuck Warning: Watch that whole movie, and your brain will shit bricks. | |
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| So a woman, perhaps in her forties, runs up to me in the street as I'm walking home this evening...
Woman: "What was the first Arcade game?"
Me: *roused from my thoughts* "Wuh?"
Woman: "What was the first arcade game?!"
Me: "Uhm... Pong probably. Not sure though."
Woman: "No! Blip blip blip!" *crab walks sideways, waving her arms*
Me: "You're thinking of Space Invaders..."
Woman: "Yeah! Yeah! So I'm going to stand in front of you and you have to get past me like Space Invaders!" *stands in front of me blocking my path*
Me: "That's not like Space Invaders... Is this a very creative mugging?"
Woman: "No! Try to get past me!"
Me: *walk towards her, as I get within a few inches she steps backwards*
Me: "I see a flaw in your plan. You are unwilling to let me actually touch you, so if I keep walking home, you'll either have to walk backwards till you fall over or get out of my way."
Woman: "No no! Lets try again!" *stands in front of me*
Me: *I Walk towards her again, again she steps back. I keep walking and she keeps walking backwards.*
Woman: "Stop!"
Me: "Uhm... no, I think I'll keep walking home..."
Woman: *screams* "WELL FUCK YOU THEN, YOU BASTARD! FUCKING DICK!" *and runs away*
Maybe not stupid, but damn wierd and I thought I'd share. It was at least a bit rude... I don't know what she was playing at, or if she was on something. She seemed pretty lucid and didn't smell of booze... | |
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| I ran two meetings today and they were both successful.
The first, we were brainstorming some ideas for fun things to do with the entire group. Of course, I came up with the funniest and most creative ideas. And we are going to do one of them, I am excited about it...because it is hilarious.
Then, my boss said that I have full control over this project and she wouldn't be included anymore. And I ran the meeting, made progress and then dismissed/thanked everyone. It was pretty upbeat and fun, of course, because everyone thinks I am wildly entertaining here.
So, confidence booster.
And some of you may read this and be like, "big deal". But you get in a room with people who have been here for 98409328409328 years and know all and try to get them to listen to you and comply with your instructions.
Not so easy, ya know. | |
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