Bear Injures Camper at Rock Canyon Park
Yowza! That park is maybe eight miles from where I'm sitting right now! Granted, that's eight miles east and up into a mountain canyon, but still.
Every now and then I'm reminded I live in The West.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Bear Injures Camper at Rock Canyon Park
Yowza! That park is maybe eight miles from where I'm sitting right now! Granted, that's eight miles east and up into a mountain canyon, but still.
Every now and then I'm reminded I live in The West.
I know I am a terrible employee, but! My boss just told me he's not going to have time to go over the stupid task he told me earlier needed to be done today! So I am done working. Why he was so desperate for me to come in today is beyond me.
Allyson, what about a laser gun? Or is that too close to home?
Ah. I have converted my boss to my point of view re: the SQL thing, thanks to the use of a visual aid (white-board).
Occasionally I am slightly disturbed at how naturally database stuff comes to me, as it makes me feel not close to the earth.
otoh, you're apparently very close to the tables.
Be careful with the tables -- sharp edges in case you faint.
I've decided to write a Christmas letter this year. Not sure why. LJ distro only, most probably, because I'm larking. However, I've never actually read one. What goes into one?
otoh, you're apparently very close to the tables.
My 'heh' outweighs my <groan>.
I've decided to write a Christmas letter this year. Not sure why. LJ distro only, most probably, because I'm larking. However, I've never actually read one. What goes into one?
Achievements, life changes, looking forward, that sort of thing. Sound a lot like annual reports from corporations if you've read those.
"This year I managed to get hit in the face a total of three times, which is a 65% decline from last year. Losses of consciousness are unfortunately up, however."
"This year I managed to get hit in the face a total of three times, which is a 65% decline from last year. Losses of consciousness are unfortunately up, however."
There is no fucking way I'm going to be able to explain spitting the diluted Gatorade on the monitor, so I'm not even going to try.
Playing it off ... playing it off...
My parents sent one out last spring (they're slow) that didn't mention me at all. They got emails wondering if I had been disowned or something.