this is the height of rudeness.
Why? I mean, if there's someone who wants the spot, okay, but...
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.
this is the height of rudeness.
Why? I mean, if there's someone who wants the spot, okay, but...
Why? I mean, if there's someone who wants the spot, okay, but...
I think this might be it. My mother is a little weird (example: in the winter, the snow plow hits her mailbox sometimes. She thinks the snow plow people don't like her and are doing it on purpose)
BTW, I kind of fell in love with my favorite auto repair garage when I realized they deliberately parked the finished cars nose out in their tiny tiny minuscule parking lot, so that the leaving customers would have a much easier time pulling out AND getting out onto the very busy street. It showed me they thought the consequences of stuff through and made me feel better about how they'd deal with my car's problems.
Is Cincinnati chili controversial?
Not if you leave out the nasty cilantro...
Yeah, I like the stuff, but I'm not sure there is cilantro in Cinicnnati much less Cincinnati chili.
There *is* cilantro in Cincinnati -- and it all belongs to my mother, who will sneak it into damn near everything she cooks. Now, I don't mind cilantro -- it doesn't taste like soap to me -- but I hate being confronted with greenery practically growing out of my scrambled eggs first thing in the morning.
It's disconcerting.
I like driving through the spot in my aisle into the one in the next aisle that lets me face forward.
I do this too, but I have been informed (by my mother) that this is the height of rudeness. I am not sure she speaks for all america!
The only way I can see it being rude is if there's someone in the next aisle, trying to pull into the spot on their side that you're bogarting.
I back in when parking, whenever possible. I just like being able to drive right out when I leave.
So, uh, anyone want to take care of my job for me today? Because I apparently don't. Want to, that is.
You and me both, Jesse.
Hmph. Also, it's freezing in my office.
Misc. stuff:
HOWTO make a robotic ElmoSapien chimera
The ElmoSapien project shows you how to eviscerate an Elmo handpuppet and stretch its skin taut over a RoboSapien robot, load an Elmo "personality" into the robot, and terrorize the neighborhood children.
And me!
Also, for those of you working in academics-- I HATE Blackboard (course software for on-line access to courses) ! Hate, hate, hate it! I also especially hate all the teachers who a) send me everything in word to update the class, when there are only one or two changes, but I don't know what they are and b) ask ME what should go up on Blackboard. Um, you are the teacher, not me. I'll put up whatever, but frankly, everything is easier if you just put it up yourself, typing directly into Blackboard because the stinking cut and paste from word wonks up every bit of the formatting and makes me look dumb, unless I PRINT OUT THE DOCUMENTS AND TYPE THEM IN. But the professor has already typed them once.
Um.... I guess I really hate Blackboard
Also, it's freezing in my office.
It's less hot in my office than it was, though still not quite comfortable.
But guess what? I get a Jesse this week! (Thursday, right?)