It amuses me vastly that people outside of Hollywood, I mean people whose bodies (but not their faces) are still their livings, lie about their heights and weights. There is a nice young man in our local minor leagues who lists himself at 5'9", but everybody who has seen him in person chuckles and marks him down as 5'7".
And for the longest time, the three largest members of the Red Sox were all listed at 230 lbs., and the only question was, Who is lying the
most
about his weight? I mean, it's obviously possible to succeed in this particular profession with a spare tire; there are people in the majors who don't lie about their weights; but some people persist, the way that Michael Douglas persists in claiming that he is not a superannuated, all-plastic robot.
Scientific Journals Often State The Obvious:
In what its sponsors called a "landmark study," scientists found that when your fingers are numb and turning that lovely robin's-egg blue, you make more typing effors. Er, errors. "When employees get chilly," the scientists concluded, "they are not working to their full potential." Achoo!
Investigators working on that finger-in-the-chili case at Wendy's may find inspiration in a study published online in March in the Annals of Emergency Medicine. Every year some 28,000 kids and adults wind up in hospital emergency rooms because some mishap has cut off a finger; one high-risk group is men over 55. Apart from digits lost in workplace accidents, the most common cause of finger amputation in the men is -- drumroll, please -- power tools. So anyone looking suspiciously at, oh, sinks or toasters for their finger-gobbling potential can more profitably focus on chainsaws.
Oooh! A few more last birthday wishes! Thanks Matt, Fred Pete!
Belated Hippo Birdies, Sean!
Me too! Me too! With the happy birthday wishes for Sean! (meant to get online with them earlier, but was gaming - hope it was a good one, and that the year has started out well for you)
I've read the whole series and highly recommend it to everyone.
I thought there was only one other book in the series, and it's damn near impossible to find. Where can I get them? I adore
Bridge of Birds.
I'm having to try and order bras via the Internet, as none here fit well, even before the Boob Fairy visited with the whole nursing thing. It sucks. There is no way to tell if they'll fit or not, and mostly they haven't.
Go to The Town Shope (81stish/Broadway) or any of the places on Orchard Street where they can size you at a glance.
The Town Shoppe is great for this. Also, when I've bought strapless bras there, they said that the cup sizes are slightly different on the different band sizes (these were molded cups, and they were right -- the cups on the 36 were smaller than the ones on the 38, in the same letter size) and figured out that the cups that fit me best were the ones on the 38 (the 36, one cup size up, just fit weirdly), but 38 was way too big a band size for me, so I bought the 38 and they altered it to take a few inches off the band in the back, at no charge.
The other two Master Li novels are
The Story of the Stone
and
Eight Skilled Gentlemen.
They're worth seeking out, although neither has the sublimity of the ending of the first.
Poking head to whine.
Is it OK if I only come to post for whining and downloading my whine-dose on innocent (not so) strangers on the internet rather than on, say, my computer? I hope it is, because I'm all poorPoorPOOR meMeME right now, and every other person I can whine to is pretty much timezoned to be asleep already (which, yeah, definitely contributes to the all PoorMe thing).
There is this report we have to write, specifying the progress we've made through a specific research grant. There are three other groups but us who collaborate with us on the grant, including more than a dozen people. For over two weeks now I'm asking for data so that I can write the report (I'm not even talking about the whole writing-it-alone part). People still didn't e-mail me all that I've asked. I need to improvize and blah-blah my way through subjects I have zero knowledge about. The report is due Wednesday.
Who wants to place bets on how many hours of sleep I'm going to get tonight? The winner will, um, I don't really have a prize. Oh! The winner will not have to read me whine for, say, two Natter threads. How's that?
t Not even pretending to close the whine tag
I just got back from Ikea. I managed to buy two lamps, a spice rack, a book case, and a TV stand/storage unit for under $150, so now I feel all accomplished.
Of course, I'll never put the book case or the TV stand together, but I still think I should get points for effort.
eta: Oh, poor Nilly. Please feel free to whine here anytime.
