Social! Italian food! Champagne! Mockage!
It's the Buffistaist evening of them all.
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
Social! Italian food! Champagne! Mockage!
It's the Buffistaist evening of them all.
I keep trying to tell people to visit but few do.
They must not know what they're missing. Have you been to Multnomah Falls?
Yes, it's gorgeous. I haven't hiked much past the bridge though. I should do that this summer.
And I've only been partially to the Gorge so I need to make that trek as well.
There is just so much that is amazing to see here. And the water. This much water all around is still very new to me.
Night shift, sorry for deserting you - had to proofread and print that (yeah, same) proposal. Now all is left is 8 copies of the proposal, 5 copies of relevant unpublished papers, binding the 8 copies, and delivering them to the appropriate bureaucracy people. Which I was not supposed to do, but probably will replace the person who is doing some it right now so that she can go pick her kids on time.
And then I have to teach today, as well. Oh, and a blind date this evening. And all I wanna do right now is go cuddle in my big blanket at home and have soup and a book I know by heart to read. Oh, well. There will always be chocolate.
[Edited a few hours later, because I couldn't begin a post with "cerial" when lacking both breakfast and lunch:
It's delivered and done. Did you know you have to be a good athlete in order to hand in a research grant application? I had to both run and carry heavy stuff all over the place. Which was a nice refreshment after the whole sitting-in-just-the-one-place-for-hours-on-end, but a bit unexpected.
As the (very nice) bureaucracy person said then he got the 17-thousand copies of stuff, when I asked him to look and make sure it's all OK: "You don't want me to look. If I find a mistake, it's too late for you to fix it anyway, right? So it's better if I just don't look". And he was totally right. It's like comparing answers after an exam is finished, which I don't wanna ever do either, no matter how stressed are the people around me to hear what I've got. It's out of my hands now. Literally, since it was quite heavy to carry around.
And now, the lesson. At least there's no heavy-lifting there. And, of course, chocolate. And an orange! It's not the best lunch, but at least it has some value other than it being chocolate.]
::waves sadly to Nilly, now gone for hours and stuff::
Project Restore is now very nearly complete -- I've restored all but 52 out of 2634 music (or podcast) files. Not too shabby, even if it took hours of work... and a bunch of those 52 missing are from two CDs that I believe are at work. Hooray!
Theo! If you look at the time of my edit, you'd see that in fact I just came back.
But I'm gone again in half an hour or so to teach. So you're predicting the future!
It seems so wrong for you to be having to teach on a Sunday, but then you live in TopsyTurvyLand where Sunday is Very Really Monday. Me, I'm sooo glad it's Sunday here, because I've got a touch of the same headache that's been plaguing me on and off since Thursday. Stupid sinuses! You'd think they don't like really cold, really dry air.
Not that it's quite as cold as it was - we've progressed from the single digits on Friday to high 20s today, and -- gasp! -- we might actually sneak above freezing today.
on work conference call. ugh.
the stuff that no one had time to walk through with us on Thurs or Fri ended up having issues. SURPRISE. I could see that coming with my butt.
Oh, knitters -- I know there's a couple on the board -- will especially want to check out this YouTube animation clip from Finland. But enjoyment of it will not be limited to knitters, I promise you:
Yay for being done with the proposal, Nilly! I definitely feel your pain -- I just came across some pictures people took of me at an old job, putting the final label on the final envelope of a set of government proposals that barely fit into one paper box. Luckily, we had a dolly to roll it on, and actually, someone else ran it to the government office, but I spent a full day just running the copier for that badboy. Ugh!