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|Tuesday, August 16th, 2016|
|False equivalencies disguising sexism
Dear New York Times:
I'm getting increasingly upset about this. Thus I must vent.
Hillary Clinton has been a US senator and a US Secretary of State. It doesn't matter whether you like, support, or plan to vote for her.
If you're going to skip her first name in your article about her but use an honorific, then you need to refer to her as either Secretary Clinton or Sen. Clinton. The former is preferred because Secretary of State is one of the top positions in the free world.
Writing "Mrs. Clinton" because you are contrasting her to "Mr. Trump" is putting a silk cloth over a turd. He has no such honorifics, but that's not her fault. If she were male, she would have gotten her title(s).
Stop being a newspaper from 1962. Herr Trump has already threatened to prevent your paper from reporting on his rallies. Why equate him to a former senator? Current Mood: pissed off
|Saturday, March 28th, 2015|
|I present to the world: Gregory Delaney Blando
Gregory was born at 1:57 am PDT on Saturday 28 March at Cedars Sinai. He weighed 3345g (7 lbs 6 oz) and was just shy of 22 inches long. Mother and baby are doing well.
I have been emotional. I may just need even more sleep.
|Wednesday, August 20th, 2014|
|Monday, August 11th, 2014|
|Thursday, July 3rd, 2014|
|phone operator icon trumps command line icon
A couple months ago, I dropped my old HTC Slide 4G about twenty feet. I loved that phone because it had a slide-out keyboard but was still a relatively modern (dual-core) 4G phone. It was old enough that I already qualified for a non-penalty replacement. I picked the Nexus 5, which is slightly too wide for most watch pockets (where I've been keeping my phone for a decade) but is otherwise a killer Android phone.
At first I was annoyed that I had to lose the physical keyboard for screen tapping. My texting speed dropped horribly, even with the return of predictive typing (which you don't need when you hit actual keys). It felt like a major step backward.
In the last couple days I've been using something on the phone that runs rings around typing: voice recognition. I assumed I would have to set it up to recognize my voice and all the other stuff I never bothered to do on my previous two smart phones. Instead, this is Google: I speak at dictation pace and it gets all the words right on the first try! All of the sudden, touching the phone is for babies.
Speaking of hands-free: While I was back east during the first week of May, I rented a pretty sweet car (the upgrade was $20 for the week and the fuel efficiency made up for that tiny change). It had a Bluetooth setup that blew my mind: you took a couple minutes to name the phone you were syncing and learn a few commands. After that I could press a button on the steering wheel, say "call, last dialed" and I was talking to my wife. The phone and the car were thick friends. It even potted down the radio when I had an incoming call.
One disadvantage that remains comes from the phone being purely in Google's hands instead of T-Mobile's. My previous phones had wifi calling built in: if I had a WiFi connection, I could call VoIP using my phone and it went through T-Mobile's network. Since I have unlimited US calling, this meant I could take and make calls as if I were back home -- no extra fees. This was a life-saver when I was in Europe or Canada.
I assumed all smart phones did this. It turns out T-Mobile's app for this is deeply tied to SIM card recognition -- so deeply that they don't bother upgrading their software for newer versions of Android. This also explains why I had many apps that could not upgrade on my old phones: if I had upgraded from the specialized version of Android on that phone, I would lose the feature.
This means my new, sweet, 4G LTE, pimptastic, make it rain, hard core, bytchyn, boy do I love it phone (which matches my Nexus 7 tablet -- no human retraining period required) will need me to set up a Google Voice line for a VoIP/wifi backup. Then again, that's a chance to pick a cool number.
That's really the only residual disadvantage. The Nexus 5 is like having the monolithic plinth in my pocket. I can sit on the train or in line at the supermarket reading books without carrying anything else with me. New version of Android? I get upgraded instantly. Things turn on and off quickly. As with any smart phone, the actual phone part is sluggish -- I told you to dial, so why has it been five to ten seconds and I still don't hear a ring?
One other cool thing is T-Mobile does provide its monitoring tools. Normally I use them to pay the phone bill from the phone and to remember to reboot once a week. However it can also tell me which features are draining the battery, which led me to learn how to disable AGPS location services with the same 1-2-3 ease of toggling Bluetooth or WiFi. I can suddenly go many more days without recharging.
-later I'll tell you about the competition I won, Ps/d Current Mood: been too long since I posted
|Sunday, November 3rd, 2013|
|Home organizing never ends, it just resumes... during the Missing Hour
I've learned to come up with simple goals when it comes to organizing. This afternoon's is simple enough: I want to free up a box-width section (roughly one-third of a shelf length) on my big baker's rack in the office. I'm only a quarter of the way through the process, but I only expect to spend about two hours total on this.
I've written in the past about my Hour Per Box theory. The size of the box barely affects this, because the multitudes of small and unrelated things in a shoe box can require more decisions than a larger box of similar objects that need less processing. I'm going through a set of shoe boxes with varieties of ancient computer equipment, so I'm knee-deep in sorting.
Some the stuff is too old to debate. PCI Wifi B card? I don't care if it works. A bunch of AGP 16 MB VRAM video cards from 1999 and 2000, especially the one with the proprietary dongle slot for what should be DVI? Straight into the memory hole. Three power bricks for old iOpeners? Oh man, those have to go.
Then you get the oddities. My favorite right now is a powder blue, tiny camera on a keychain. It wants so hard to look like a camera that it even has a slide-up viewfinder (because it has no screen). It also had a battery in it that was good until 2009. I'll have to test it, just so I can laugh harder at the pinhole protected by a Lucite "lens" with fake filter threads and a tapered hole.
Beyond this are the sentimental objects. I found four dial-up modem cards. I will definitely toss three, because I long ago gave up hope of going back to 1993 and starting an ISP. However I may still want to use one as an outlet for a VoIP setup to a land phone. This also means deciding which of these four items has any merit. [Post-note: I sorted by the likelihood of finding a Linux driver for the chip on each.]
I've been listening to a radio station (KSWD, "The Sound") have an all-weekend commemoration to a long-gone station, KMET. Well, I was until the pager went off. Current Mood: decent enough
|Sunday, October 20th, 2013|
|It's good to have a working government again, too.
Today is the first anniversary of my wedding to ceruleanbluegal
. We had intense steak action, though at Ruth's Chris instead of our beloved Buggy Whip. We wanted to try something new.
We're very glad we got married. This is working out very well.
The Dodgers falling apart in the third inning of game six? That was rough. We had a friend over and we all realized we needed frozen yogurt to recover.
I should have smarter topics, but hey... it's Sunday night and I still have a little work to do. Bleh. Current Mood: loved
|Wednesday, October 16th, 2013|
|Starsky is totally gonna hop in...
I was going to wait until I had a pic of a kitty crawling under it. However I just wanted to report on the useful thing I made since my last post: a book hutch for my main desk.
I'd been wanting to put the most actively used books on a shelf where I could reach them while I was working. It's one thing I've missed from my two years of working from home that was never a problem in a cubicle. (Things a home office has in its favor: Seat with sunlight? Check. Sweet, non-broken swivel chair? Check. Control of the temperature and air flow? Totally.)
I tried a few things, but they never quite cut it. I have a crate next to my desk, but kitties sleep both on top of it and in it. I also keep a rugged foot stool under my desk, but the books fall over every time I need the foot stool or nudge it. I tried to use the ledge inside the desk, but getting the books always led to crawling and swearing. I even tried putting books on the baker's rack next to my desk, but they always fell through the metal rails.
I really wanted a book shelf behind my monitor. Thanks to the world of flat-panel screens, I have a huge amount of space between the monitor and the wall.Ekby Amund white shelf, 59" x 11" x 1"
, with three Ekby Töre table top brackets
. You drill six holes in the board, screw the brackets to the underside, then clamp it to the desk.
A couple days after I set it up and put a few books on it, I realized some other advantages:
Current Mood: impressed
- I have an old Boston Acoustics 635 unit for my desk audio. It's not production quality (I have headphones for that), but it was a powered woofer and two powered tweeters for $35 (used) nearly a decade ago. Suddenly I could put the woofer behind the monitor and the tweeters much closer to ear level.
- Of course this also made me think about getting real bookshelf speakers. However those aren't a priority. They would require a stereo to power them anyway: mine is in the living room with the good speakers and the television.
- I can keep the Bluetooth keyboard for my tablet tucked along the books. This sounds obvious, but it did not have a proper home before. Sometimes it'd be on the night stand, sometimes on the baker's rack, sometimes left in my satchel. Now I can grab it right away and put it away where I tend to use it.</ol>
I also have a saga about buying a netbook... err, Asus F102BA Notebook. I have learned that the word 'netbook' has gone out of favor, much like the word 'disco' had in 1980. The item still exists, but the demand has dropped. It's a pity, because they now have four-watt, dual-core, dual-threaded CPUs that also handle the graphics. They also get eight hours on a charge, run on 33 watts total, and have USB 3.0.
Frankly I'll be more in love with this purchase as soon as I can figure out how to take the old-school hard drive out, put a solid-state drive in, and install something that isn't Windows 8. Right now I can't even get it to boot a thumb drive and I keep making the wrong gestures in the middle of doing something. UEFI is too close to UFIA for my taste, but I'm determined to learn how to turn it out. It's so new that no one has taken one apart and the service manual isn't available.
I'll tell more about the netbook after my first real weekend with it.
-also about a Chromebook with ten dead keys, Ps/d
|Friday, September 6th, 2013|
|You know you have an esoteric interest when...
My father used to have a few slide rules from his youth. His favorite and mine was his Keuffel & Esser 4081. It was in beautiful condition and I loved learning about mathematical relationships from it, even though I had a graphing calculator and solar-powered scientific calculators were down to $20 by the time I was a junior in high school.
He had a couple others, none of which was as smooth or elegant as the K&E. However the K&E had some kind of wood rot when last I looked at it a few years ago. I did not have the time to investigate, so I grabbed the Acu-Math 1311 and took it to the low humidity of Los Angeles.
Today I was looking for information about the meanings of the more obscure scale letters (the Log Log section, for example). I wound up with some old web pages. I'm talking mid-Nineties clutter with heavy table borders
. The signal to noise ratio was horrible and the lack of blank space just... where do I put my mouse so it isn't clicking on something? Note that the owner claims to have updated yesterday, so perhaps there is a pack-rat quality that suits the owner (or perhaps it's something about the town in BC that gave us the Gentlemen of Horror). Did I mention the propensity for spinning icons for outdated software
and explanations of commands for web browsing?
However that could not prepare for the blast from the past at the bottom of this page
: web rings. I had forgotten all about the horrors of "add your site to our pre-Google list!"
By the way, I eventually found what I wanted
"There's no need to be an asshole,
You're not in Brooklyn anymore." Current Mood: amused
|Friday, August 2nd, 2013|
|McVities vs Nature Valley
My wife has been helping me realize granola bars are the digestive cookies of America. They look like a healthful food, but in reality they're oatmeal hardtack.
They also dunk well in coffee.
Happy August. Current Mood: accomplished
|Monday, June 3rd, 2013|
|How to make a sport of out getting out of debt, part one
It's not that I don't have a lot to say. I've just been talking about different topics and spending more time in Reddit and Hubski
. I like Hubski in particular because it's a much smaller community built in reaction to the dominant snark of news aggregate sites. This forces me to toss my first two thoughts, take questions seriously, and really say something useful or say nothing.
I've been enjoying my promotion at work. I am taking everything I learned in the last year about taking point when the managers can't and using it to reshape how my team learns and responds to customers. I'm also learning how to walk away from the work day without feeling guilty.
I have figured out how to create work-safe or even productive distractions at work: doing other things that aren't just sloth or aimless reading but let my mind relax enough to get back to work. Last week this led me to learn how to set a constant in Excel.
I was trying to figure out how much I could pay on different debts. I have a consolidation loan that is nearly finished, a mutated store credit card with a rate worse than usury (from which I culled half to populate the consolidation loan, thus it consolidated... one debt), and a shared card with my wife. We got the shared card because we wanted a chip card to use in Europe (which I wished I'd had with me in 2008) and it also gave us frequent flyer miles with British Airways. It also has a far better APR than my old store plate.
I started putting data into a spreadsheet, but I kept getting annoying results. I would try to google what I wanted, but I only got close when I stopped using programmer terminology. Most of the third-party documentation about Excel is written by people that have never coded before, and don't even realize they're coding now.
As a result, Excel seems to be the Mos Eisley of data collection: a hive of villainy and poor ideas forced into end-of-quarter meetings. People will turn anything into a spreadsheet then make another spreadsheet to turn that data into something else. Some of you may be used to this; others may shriek in fear. Those other folks realize what I do: that's like taking a tree and turning it into mashed potatoes to create load-bearing cardboard and scrap paper. Oh sure, we've been doing that for a long time but it's a terrible waste of energy. A spreadsheet is the crappiest database format ever but it's the most common one.
Excel is a useful part of Microsoft Office. It never crashes, it's always installed even on a highly restricted computer, and even an ancient version will do what you need 99% of the time. This is exactly how its clean interface and comfy quadrille incur the worst examples of thinking inside the box(es). Someone that has never programmed or fears code winds up a genius to the others in the marketing department. All of these one-eyed leaders of the blind lead the way they know how: by charging for a training video instead of distilling to a few sentences.
Thus I am honor-bound to tell you:
- To define one cell as a constant for a function that will spill down a column, use '$' in front of each address. Example: "=$sheet1!S$b$4" will set the value in a cell to be the value found in cell B4 on sheet1 of a spreadsheet;
- To get just the content below $100 from a value, use modulo 100. In Excel this reads as "=MOD(A1,100)" to take cell A1's value of 1234.56 and turn it into 34.56;
- If statements and a surprising number of other commands from normal coding exist as formula tools. This is because it's really VBA processing XML: clumsy if you pay attention but effective in a world unfamiliar with shell scripting.
I spend a lot of time learning how to think about problems. It comes with my job: I fix weird problems. It makes me wish I'd taken some computer science courses during college, so I could have learned the rigor of algorithmic thinking with the resource of a professor for guideposts. Then I remember that I spent most of college spinning records. I may have been ready to learn algorithmic structures and processes, but I would've been annoyed at a potential yes-no grade. I was good at b.s.ing and didn't want to risk lowering my GPA with a challenge.
Wow, I really was too young for college when I went there. I guess we all are.
In any case, I eventually learned what I needed because I found a way to intersect what a programmer would ask and what a non-programmer would answer. This doesn't excuse putting Excel on a pedestal, but it sure made gave me a sense of accomplishment.
-VisiCalc shot first, Ps/d Current Mood: accomplished
|Saturday, April 27th, 2013|
|Back from Europe and my honeymoon
It's been so long since I posted on LJ that my reply to someone got marked as spam. Pourriel, mon ciel ! Thus, here is a fast post so that I actually post it.
I got back to overcast Los Angeles from a sunny afternoon London on Wednesday during evening rush hour (5 pm Pacific). By 7 pm I had such a sinus fill-up that I was praying for a Dristan ad. Sienna is still in London until tomorrow, as she is working on the Print Fair for a few days.
We left LAX on Wednesday the 10th and got to Heathrow Terminal 5 on Thursday morning. We then hopped a one-hour flight to Amsterdam and stayed until Monday. The Netherlands were a lot of fun: we got to go to the Rijksmuseum twice (once for free and we even wound up on TV), went to a windmill museum in Leiden (which was mind-blowing as well as air-blowing), and even went to the Cheese Weighing in Alkmaar
(which was... ancient scales and guys hauling giant wheels of cheese in front of Russian tourists). IC trains in the Netherlands have wifi, which saved me from complete disconnection.
We also went to Rotterdam and wished we'd spent longer. It's Brooklyn compared to Amsterdam's Vegas: hip, calmer, more tempered. We rode through the actual town of Breukelen on the way to Rotterdam.
Oh, and my Dutch language skills came back with a vengeance. This came in handy when we were in Stupid, Sexy Flanders
. We stayed in Bruges, which was cute and had lovely local brews but too many other tourists.
We also went to Ghent, where we passed the building in which they signed the treaty that ended the War of 1812 -- of course it's now an Esprit store. We hit Saint Bova's Catherdral and saw the original oil painting. Ghent is messed up in that they change the tram plans in the middle of a work day due to construction but even the locals don't know. We stood at a platform waiting for the ride to the Psychiatry Museum with about 200 high school students. We all slowly figured out that the train was instead coming from another direction and stopping at a patch of lawn. So we gave up on being guinea pigs, got Turkish pizza and went back to Brussels.
Brussels was wonderful as always. We especially fell in love with the breweries we hit, Cantillon in particular. I picked up some graphic novels and a Spanish grammar book for French speakers.
Then we took Eurostar to London. Sienna had food poisoning, so I went up the street to the British Museum by myself. It's really jarring when you realize the Rosetta Stone, all sorts of Trojan artifacts, and even stone boxes the size of assembled beds were stolen from the rest of the world and dropped in this building... because they could. Sienna theorizes that the Europeans do not understand the invasion of native cultures because they are themselves natives to their turf. The thought of auctioning Hopi masks in Paris
, a grave offense to the Hopi people and a serious crime in the US
, is respect for "property law". I assume that auction house never wants to do business in North America.
To be fair: the non-stolen stuff in the British Museum (especially the Roman Britain, currency and clock sections) are mind-blowing and very very very worth the suggested donation of 5 quid (to be realized as whatever Euros you have left in your pocket). They even have a section showing the stacks of counterfeit US $1 bills that went through the donation buckets in the last year, wrapped in more counterfeit bucks.
We went to the London Canal Museum and the Tate Modern, both very worth it. We also trekked to Haggerston section of Hackney for a beer-powered meal at Duke's Brew & Que.
After I mailed myself about 20 lbs of books, I headed home. The books arrived Friday afternoon -- 60 hours! That rocked. Yes, I buy too many books.
I took Thursday off as jet lag recovery, which was vital. I also got something done at the DMV and changed the fluids on my car. Friday I worked my new position as an official team lead, which meant I got a new queue of tickets and had an empty queue for the first time since I got hired. I had to take a screen shot of that.
I miss Sienna. The kitty snuggled between my legs helps, but I will be happy to have her back tomorrow. For today, I'm heading to a friend's place in Altadena to game and whatever else. Being awake early just gave me more time to make a good breakfast and 12 ounces of espresso.
So yeah I wanna work on my Spanish since Dutch happened so fast. I have this gift for languages but I barely notice the extra one all around me. I can read Spanish billboards, but I just assume everyone can. It turns out they can't, that it's not obvious, that I have something useful to offer.
-traduisances zijn buenas, Dante
P.S.: the Cheese Father! Oh man, way too much cheese... Current Mood: giddy
|Thursday, November 8th, 2012|
|What happens in Vegas gets stuck in traffic well before Barstow
The wife and I were reviewing our options for Thanksgiving. Should we have an adult orphan dinner, where we get friends that are not going home or otherwise had no plans and put together a dinner?
Then we realized how drained we are from preparing for everything else recently. "Wanna just go to Vegas?" she asked.
"Yeah!" I said.
So we're having the elopement after the wedding at Treasure Island. Vegas is about five hours from here by car. We're going to Frankie's Tiki Room and... heck, we don't know where else. We've caught a deal on the rooms from Wednesday night through Saturday morning. Then we'll have two nights to recover at home before work starts again and we'll avoid the traffic on Sunday.
It will be our first trip in a long time that did not involve visiting our parents. It will be us, and buffets, and zombie drinks, and walking the Strip at night. Also it won't involve a flight, so we can pack whatever we want and not be frisked. Current Mood: Vegas, baby!
|Wednesday, October 31st, 2012|
|fresh bread is tasty DIY
I have made two loaves with the new bread maker. It's the same brand as my old one, but I had new variables that did not exist in the mid-Nineties.
The big oddity has been tiny: salt. Back in 1995 we really only had Morton's table salt (especially in college or at my parents' house). Now I have sea salt in my cupboard... and strangely nothing else. When I used it to make our first white loaf (the test loaf), it may have been too coarse or the coarseness kept the teaspoon from filling properly. The result was a delicious, fluffy, squee-inducing loaf that rose so high that it looked like a snow-out of the lid window.
Another of our wedding gifts was a set of salt and pepper grinders. Thus I accepted the salt grinder's default setting of very small, ground two teaspoons and added them to the pile of non-flour dry objects for a wheat loaf. Perhaps this went too far the other way: the salt was like flour, so the yeast probably came across it too soon in the first rise. As a result we had a dense and low bread: it felt like cutting soda bread, and it was yummy but... solid. Bread knives gave up repeatedly.
This is a strange minutia with a large effect. Salt inhibits rising, but it should not be picking fights with the yeast. It's about understanding an ancient dance, just as I hope to learn the secrets of making sourdough starter.
I found a bread maker recipe book from 1996 and started reviewing the well-tested recipes. Almost by accident I picked up buttermilk powder last night, and I always have maple syrup even in Los Angeles thanks to Trader Joe's. Thus this afternoon I started a buttermilk and maple syrup white loaf. No matter the results, it's about learning and enjoying: Sienna and I get to reflect on our results and learn together while we burn through spreads of all types. Current Mood: gotta get back to work...
|Monday, October 29th, 2012|
|More from the classic rivalry of the eastern seaboard
I am assuming everyone back east is keeping safe from the Frankenstorm. My New York friends have stocked up on liquor and my Boston friends have stocked up on condoms.
Meanwhile I'd like to compare emergency contingency planning by major transit agencies:
- NYC (MTA) -- announced on Sunday afternoon (well before the morning commute) that subway and bus service will stop at 7 pm;
- Boston (MBTA) -- announced during the work day (after people got to work) that service will stop at 2 pm.
-when you see something, say something, Ps/d
|Thursday, October 25th, 2012|
|Five days into marriage
I have some quick observations:
- It's great to click my wedding band against things to listen for resonance. Hollow things that have few truss points, such as a Jacuzzi in a honeymoon suite (which I assume is made from fiberglass), sound great. As a result, I've also learned...
- Wedding bands scuff easily. I had always heard that gold is a soft metal, but I had never had any on hand to test this. Now I literally have some on my left hand and it already has scratches and scuffed bits. I'm glad I went with only 14 carat gold instead of 18.
- The word "wife" is surprisingly immediate. It's only one syllable, unlike "girlfriend", "fiancée", or even "missus". It feels chthonic to say "my wife", as if I'm connecting to an ancient world of possessing people and invading islands. However it's also direct: the woman that wants to be with me is immediate to me.
- The kitties really missed us while we were gone. They're going to go insane in six months when we take a fortnight for our honeymoon.
- People will buy things for newlyweds. We put our wedding registry on Amazon and got an impressive number of the expensive things on it. The one I wanted very badly, the $9 wooden reamer for citrus, is about to get its first use on a batch of oranges.
- I have a bread maker again! I had one in college and it lasted a good while. Then I lost the manual and found it hard to guess the proportions. Perhaps it was falling apart with age, because the loaves would not rise enough and get hard, parabolic, inverted tops instead of yummy crust domes. None of this matters now: the modern version of the same model costs only $60 today instead of the $145 back in 1995. I picked up some white and wheat flour, some dry milk (so the milk doesn't spoil overnight on delay timer) and a jar of yeast. My wife will soon find the joy of waking to the smell of fresh bread.
My best man, dobrovolets
, gave a very moving toast. He described my charity and loyalty with my friends. I had never thought very hard about how willing I am to give things, and how much better it is to give to someone that will not take it for granted or abuse it.
Within 48 hours I saw some of this simple generosity in real time:
- I had a 1/8" stereo (Walkman headphone) connector wire that I had bought in July because I forgot to pack one. It was a little short but it never tangled. Two friends really needed one for their long drive home, so I just handed it to them. Their reward was far higher than my cost.
- We needed a simple, battery-powered boom box for the ceremony music. I found one at a local audio shop for $50: it only handled iPods but that was all we needed. Then I mailed it to my new brother-in-law because I don't need it, he has no sound system at home, and otherwise I would pay $50 to put it on the plane.
- I ordered way too many almond paste cookies for the reception. Did you know ten pounds of cookie will only reduce to eight pounds, even when you let the inn's staff pig out on them for two days? So we brought them to a soup kitchen in Portland. That felt great, actually.
I would rather make the most of an object: if I can no longer use it but someone else needs it, then the choice is obvious. It sounds like John Mill or Riccardo's 80/20 rule.
However it also cost us $100 to ship home the gifts we could not fit in our luggage, so there is a selfish reason to be free of things.
So far, I like what has been a small step for a dude but a giant leap for demographics and tax purposes. The jet lag after coming home has been more dramatic than any changes in our relationship. Current Mood: chipper
|Sunday, October 21st, 2012|
|Got married yesterday!
and I got married in her home town of Conway, New Hampshire, on Saturday 20 October 2012. No one had a fight or anything creepy! We also now have several pounds of almond paste cookies and the box set of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
That's been my big secret (yes, that I'm a Sunny fan). I could only invite a few people, so I didn't want to get anyone angry about not getting invited.
Pictures once I have them. Current Mood: ecstatic
|Tuesday, October 16th, 2012|
|Upon trying to watch five minutes of the town hall debate
I would like to thank my former governor for the Two Minutes Hate. I would also like to thank the President for saying he's wrong, having the full answers, and otherwise being cool.
Unfortunately I'm already riled up from a weird end to my work day. I need to go to the gym and get that stress out. I also need food and I cannot steady my strangling hand long enough to cook.
Who was it that said Romney doesn't want to be president: he wants to have been president. He wants to get the tax laws he would want when he's done, then never even look at a political position again. He is the least selfless man I've seen run for the office in a long while.
The twitching is back. I'd better go. Oh hey, and the Tigers are playing again, so I'll have something mature and professional to watch on the treadmill. Current Mood: aggravated
|Friday, September 28th, 2012|
|Those roly-poly kitties between the Golden Gate and the Donner Pass
This is my first major election as a California resident. This state has a fetish for ballot propositions. However it doesn't seem to matter whether an ad is in favor or against a proposition: it only matters how harshly the announcer says "the fat cats in Sacramento."
You never hear such phrases back in Massachusetts. That's probably because the capital is also the biggest city in New England, so everyone watching the ad would potentially be a fat cat's neighbor. The metonym "up on Beacon Hill" referred to government in the Comm of Maeh, but it also referred to a wealthy neighborhood with the least parking.
Fat cats? What is this, 1921? Are they living the high life up there in the Central Valley, eating too much steak and otherwise hardening their arteries at taxpayer expense? Are they failing to eat the local produce so they can ship it... down to the wealthiest people in America... a few blocks from me?
Perhaps they're physically fatter in Sacramento. After all, they're not going to a callback for a cell phone commercial. They don't need to look slim. Current Mood: phlegmatic, going to bed early
|Friday, September 7th, 2012|
|My first earthquake! We're fine.
We just had a fast earthquake. My server rack swayed and of course the floor moved but otherwise it was less than ten seconds. It was a magnitude 3.5 according to the all-news station.
The epicenter is about three miles away: Santa Monica & Burton Way. This isn't far from Monday's 3.2, which was a block and a half from Wilshire & Doheny. Since it's that low a number but I had clear evidence of it.
It's true, though: the cats do go nuts leading up to it. I want to know what they know.
Okay, time for bed.