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notalwaysworking_feedRead A Berry Unfortunate Mix-Up
Patient: "My name is [garbled name]."
Coworker: "Um ... you said Dingleberry? Okay, what's your date of birth?"
Patient: "January 1st, 1970. Wait, what did you say my last name is?"
notalwaysworking_feedRead We Heard Of Fast Food, But This Is A New Level…
One typical Friday, we were tossing sandwiches to the drive-thru, unbeknownst to our manager, the drive-thru person had ducked away to look at something, and without looking, sort of absently chucked a turkey club over his shoulder.
sharonlee_feedView the pre-Sarah cat census here
Now, where were we?
Ah.
Friday.
Sarah has departed and the house is much cleaner. She reported that Firefly flirted with her to the point of offering chin to be rubbed, which is really new. Usually, Firefly booked to Steve’s office the minute the door opened for the cleaning person. Of course, that was when we had Trooper to stand between us and all invaders. Firefly had apparently settled on a soft approach to invaders (Trooper satisfied himself with Keeping A Close Eye). I did think I saw a memo come in regarding adopting Sarah, but any such Resolution needs to be unanimous, and I, at least, cannot sanction making Sarah’s cats into orphans.
Wrote a little, my intention is to write some more, but also to quit early and watch the first episode of Miss Scarlet.
After Sarah left us, I made hummus, and then I made some toast to so that I could properly sample what I had wrought — and yes I will be making that again. And when I do, I’ll be using the blender, because my food processor is just a little midgy thing, and not up to an entire can of chickpeas. Though it worked fine doing it in sections. Messy, but fine.
While I was in the kitchen, I made some cookies to address the catastrophe reported the other day.
Remaining on the to-do list, one’s duty to the cats, a brief walk, Part 2 of PT homework, eating lunch, and hitting the WIP again.
So! That’s the news from here.
What’s the news from there?
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Well. Knocking off for the day. Didn’t get much writing done — only about 700 new words, but I did a lot of plotting and staring into space.
On the RL front, I had apparently hit the Land’s End sale hard last year. I had no idea that I had this many mock-necks. OTOH, it’s winter, so — yay! mock t-necks FTW.
I forgot to mention that I did go out to meet ‘n greet the new town manager last night, but it turns out that many people wanted to do the same thing, the new guy having grown up in Waterville and graduated from the high school and all. Long story short, his fandom turned out in such numbers that there was no place for me to park, even if I’d been willing to walk from the other side of the Concourse, which — SPOILER — I was not. So I came home. Mayhap I will write a letter after he’s officially in his office.
I see in my email queue a short story galley to proof, news of a check having landed, which should be in my account on Monday, and — oh. The library wonders if I’d like to do an Author Event in February. That might be fun.
The post office mail hasn’t been delivered yet, which is making me slightly cranky, since there’s a parcel due in that really can’t just sit out in the mailbox and freeze overnight.
My Plan for Saturday and Sunday — tomorrow and the next day — is to write, as next week is Quite Complicated, and that’s before we get to the crack o’dawn double MRI next Saturday. If I don’t check in over the next couple of days, it’s because I’m working.
And on that note — everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.
Today’s blog post title brought to you by Patty Smyth and Scandal, because I heard it yesterday as I was out and about, and it’s a decent song and Patty Smyth can really sing. And I remember — yes, I do remember, the first time I saw the music video, and then trying to explain — er, no — describe it to Steve. WARNING: If continuity errors bother you, don’t watch this video. The Warrior
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redbirdrolanniView the pre-Sarah cat census here
Now, where were we?
Ah.
Friday.
Sarah has departed and the house is much cleaner. She reported that Firefly flirted with her to the point of offering chin to be rubbed, which is really new. Usually, Firefly booked to Steve's office the minute the door opened for the cleaning person. Of course, that was when we had Trooper to stand between us and all invaders. Firefly had apparently settled on a soft approach to invaders (Trooper satisfied himself with Keeping A Close Eye). I did think I saw a memo come in regarding adopting Sarah, but any such Resolution needs to be unanimous, and I, at least, cannot sanction making Sarah's cats into orphans.
Wrote a little, my intention is to write some more, but also to quit early and watch the first episode of Miss Scarlet.
After Sarah left us, I made hummus, and then I made some toast to so that I could properly sample what I had wrought -- and yes I will be making that again. And when I do, I'll be using the blender, because my food processor is just a little midgy thing, and not up to an entire can of chickpeas. Though it worked fine doing it in sections. Messy, but fine.
While I was in the kitchen, I made some cookies to address the catastrophe reported the other day.
Remaining on the to-do list, one's duty to the cats, a brief walk, Part 2 of PT homework, eating lunch, and hitting the WIP again.
So! That's the news from here.
What's the news from there?
#
Well. Knocking off for the day. Didn't get much writing done -- only about 700 new words, but I did a lot of plotting and staring into space.
On the RL front, I had apparently hit the Land's End sale hard last year. I had no idea that I had this many mock-necks. OTOH, it's winter, so -- yay! mock t-necks FTW.
I forgot to mention that I did go out to meet 'n greet the new town manager last night, but it turns out that many people wanted to do the same thing, the new guy having grown up in Waterville and graduated from the high school and all. Long story short, his fandom turned out in such numbers that there was no place for me to park, even if I'd been willing to walk from the other side of the Concourse, which -- SPOILER -- I was not. So I came home. Mayhap I will write a letter after he's officially in his office.
I see in my email queue a short story galley to proof, news of a check having landed, which should be in my account on Monday, and -- oh. The library wonders if I'd like to do an Author Event in February. That might be fun.
The post office mail hasn't been delivered yet, which is making me slightly cranky, since there's a parcel due in that really can't just sit out in the mailbox and freeze overnight.
My Plan for Saturday and Sunday -- tomorrow and the next day -- is to write, as next week is Quite Complicated, and that's before we get to the crack o'dawn double MRI next Saturday. If I don't check in over the next couple of days, it's because I'm working.
And on that note -- everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.
Today's blog post title brought to you by Patty Smyth and Scandal, because I heard it yesterday as I was out and about, and it's a decent song and Patty Smyth can really sing. And I remember -- yes, I do remember, the first time I saw the music video, and then trying to explain -- er, no -- describe it to Steve. WARNING: If continuity errors bother you, don't watch this video. The Warrior
notalwaysworking_feedRead Willfully Ignorant About Their Own Willful Ignorance
Me: "You might want to put him on the card-only register."
Supervisor: "Why? He's been trained on cash."
Me: "Yes, but he absolutely refuses to believe $2 bills are real. It doesn't matter how many times we've told him. The last time someone tried to pay using one and he called security."
notalwaysworking_feed
Me: "Alright. So imagine you have your car but the gas tank is empty, okay?"
CEO: "Yeah?"
Me: "You can still sit in it, turn on the radio and listen to music, and turn the lights on, but you can't turn on the engine and drive it, yeah?"
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notalwaysworking_feedRead No Cart Blanche
Attendant: "Hi! What are you doing?"
Me: "Checking out?"
Attendant: "Do you need two carts?"
Me: "Well, there isn’t enough room to keep all the bags there, and I don’t want to put things back in the cart while I’m still scanning."
Read No Cart Blanche
johnridleynotalwaysrelated_feedRead Ink-redibly Bad Idea
Recently, her friend's mother has gotten a tattoo involving the mother's and daughter's first initials, and this is her latest pitch.
Thirteen-Year-Old: "Look at what Mrs. [Neighbor] got! It's so cool! You should get one like that!"
My older daughter interrupts.
Sixteen-Year-Old: "She can't do that."
Read Ink-redibly Bad Idea
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notalwaysfriendly_feedRead Refusing To Yield To Stupidity
Then, all of a sudden, three cars pull into my lane and start driving straight at me! I slammed on my brakes, pulled over as far as I could (there aren't very wide shoulders on the road here), and blared my horn because what the actual h***?
mindstalkLet's post something so I don't fall totally behind... last 3 days were mostly spent exploring the area on foot. 10th, I wandered down Rte 467, and over into Shinbayashi Park, which is properly large, and also has lot of steps in one place. Many more steps than I realized. And I didn't even get a good view at the top, just some TV/cell towers surrounded by shrubbery. And then I got to see if I could go down deep steps without injuring myself. Yes, but it felt fraught... apparent safety rope was often too far from the steps to hold! ( Read more... )
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