Oh, and I took the shuttle bus home, which was great. Upside/downside health-wise, though: I have a mile walk to the shuttle, but that walk takes me by everything bad I might want to eat. Had a burrito for dinner tonight. I also may need to become a person who changes shoes at work.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kat, can you interview night nurses? Or are they just randomly assigned?
Frank Frazetta died today.
I don't think he had a lot to live for. Strokes took away his ability to paint; Ellie died last year; and one son was very publicly (lawsuits, breaking into a museum with a backhoe [link] fighting his siblings for control of Frazetta's assets.
Oooh, the changing shoes at work person, Jesse! Just make sure you don't become the "wearing white sneakers with your black skirt and hose" person. Because that person is WRONG.
They settled the Frazetta assets issues last week, Ginger, so at least that's not hanging over the estate.
Just make sure you don't become the "wearing white sneakers with your black skirt and hose" person. Because that person is WRONG.
I would NEVER become that person! I don't even wear white sneakers ever. I'm thinking I can make it work until it's actually warm out, and then I can wear my new Comfort Sandals for commuting.
Frank never had anything to do with the business side, so it's no wonder things were a tangle without Ellie. True story: A fan was babysitting some of his kids at a con, and they were looking at books for sale. One kid was pointing out different sword-and-sorcery covers and saying, "He ripped off my dad and he ripped off my dad." The fan said something like "Well, your father has made his work cost so much that publishers using other artists." An 8-year-old voice piped up, "Oh, Daddy didn't make it cost so much. Mommy did."
OK, the cats and I totally got bitched out by a mob of starlings.
Bad news is I discovered why: there's a nest in the neighbor's downspout. Nearly fledged, but not yet ready to fly. I have NO IDEA how they survived some of the storms we've recently had. Maybe the water flows under the nest.
Maybe the water flows under the nest.
It's the Fallingwater of birds' nests.
Jesse, I wear my Croc flip flops to work and change into heels. Winter is boots.