I am going to consider losing my shit if the comparisons to Hurricane Katrina don't stop. I know the media has to talk about something, but how does it possibly do anyone any good to compare the situations?
I think idiot statements are part and parcel with the "we must cover breaking events twenty four seven even if we have nothing new to say." Honestly, how many times can Charlie Gibson (or whatever talking head is handy) stand not-too-close to all hell breaking loose and say "all hell is breaking loose"?
Happy birthday, Kate! Do something self indulgent today, okay?
Who wants to help me with Emmett's math homework?
Using any combination of mathematical operations make the number 42 from four 6's.
Tim's in Santa Clarita. I keep checking to make sure he's not on fire.
I woke up with a bloody nose, again. The air here is so freakin' DRY. I haven't been watching any news coverage of the fires, just checking the paper to see where it's burning, but I did see the comparison in the LA Times just a minute ago. It's...oddly distasteful, and they don't seem to recognize that.
Nilly to the rescue!
Math problems cower in the face of Nilly's brain.
Not about the fires but here's another crazy!boss story:
So, in a meeting this morning, she says that everyone but X and Y have the day after Thanksgiving off. I hadn't even asked for that day, but I figured since she was planning on not having me there, I'd ask.
So I go ask and she says I can't have the day off - she was confused, she was really planning on me being there, blah blah blah. She hands the leave paper back to me without signing it, so when I ask her to actually "deny" on paper, she reconsiders and takes it back.
I"m sure she's planning on waiting until nice Big!Boss leaves at the end of the month and will deny it then. Which is why I plan on asking nice Big!Boss to approve (after giving her the backstory) tomorrow when crazy!boss is not here.
I hate that I have to play these BS games. How soon is February, again?
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Math problems cower in the face of Nilly's brain.
Yeah, aiming Nilly or Hil at a sixth grader's math problem is like using a bazooka as a flyswatter.
Happy birthday, Kate!
I love those tiles. The Vespa one is too cute.