Ack. I was so stressed out not being able to log in. I kept thinking it was my pokey 'puter. Glad all is resolved.
Speaking of collisions. I heard a fellow on NPR yesterday talking about space garbage and its potential for damage in the air and on the ground. When the commentator asked how many pieces of actual rubble are up there, the fellow said-of the basketball and up size- 13,000! In fact, he said, "a fragment the size of a paint chip can cause serious damage.
Oh woe. Our wasteful ways are gonna get us.
eta: the non-word commendator is making me think of a professional position where the job holder is charged with making erudite and supportive observations in the media. "G'Obama!" and the like.
Cash, congrats on the column!
Because it's rainpocalypse here, I'm wearing a black and white checked engineer's cap to A)keep warm and B)minimize the bad hair day.
So far, a half dozen people have walked by my desk and said, "nice hat."
Now I'm feeling silly and paranoid.
I wouldn't worry about it. Hats are worn rarely enough in our society that I've found every hat I wear--weird or not--elicits a ton of reactions.
When did men stop wearing hats? '50s? '60s?
Before then, a man was supposed to take off his hat when talking to a woman, right?
If I just last month finished paying off my credit card debt, that means I get to buy a MacBook Pro now, right?
(This post has been brought to you by the screaming toddler in the apartment next door whose bedroom is adjacent to my computer desk. NAP, D----! NAP! YOUR MOMMY AND DADDY SUPPORT ME IN EMAIL!)
Can someone tell me who's bright idea it was to have a frickin' fire drill just as I was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch?!? Oh, well, I used the "stand outside and wait for the all clear" time to get into my car and drive over to McDonald's, instead.
How do subs collide? They have sonar, no?
They also have anti-sonar technology. It seems to have worked brilliantly on both subs. There are only something like 170 nukes out there and the British and French have maybe 10 between them, so it's like when the only two cars on the road in Ohio ran into each other. Embarrassing is the word.
Does he not have school today? Curse our no-holiday-having school division!
President's Day is the beginning of Midwinter Break in Emmett's school district, aka "Ski Week."
I am now wondering what it says about where I grew up that we just called it "February vacation."
