This eve I am getting my back tattoo worked on again. Getting the color and lines of the compass touched up and then working to make the sun look more sun like.

Yay! It sounds gorgeous.

I'm kinda blegh today, for no readily apparent reason. Maybe lunch with a bouncy coworker and gym after work will help.

Aims, for horrible sinus pressure, I use Afrin. I don't know if it would help with the ears.

I am sleepy and stressy about wedding stuff. (not about the groom though so I guess I shouldn't worry too much)

hope the surgery goes smoothly, Perkins!

Happy toothiness, Perkins.

I'm tentatively signed up for life drawing this evening. This is what I do during wee hours of insomnia.

Of course, it took until now to process that life drawing means drawing in front of people, which I haven't done for 20 years.

Oh.

Interesting. A Brief History Of Possibly Obsolete Time Travel Paradoxes

There is a theory (involving quantum mechanics) that says if you travel back in time, you don't need to worry about any time travel paradoxes like "what would happen if you kill your grandfather, making your own existence impossible" because quantum mechanics would prevent any such paradoxical action.

With some help from another quantum oddity, teleportation, a person or particle should be able to go back in time without running into the many damning snags that come out in “classical” ideas of time travel. This works because the time travel is occurring in a quantum system and in a quantum system, probabilities rule all. So, anything that could be caused by time travel has at least a very tiny probability of happening, some things have bigger probabilities and, importantly, some have zero probability of happening—like, say, killing yourself in the past.

The whole thing is really interesting....

grr today is so frustrating and there is no coffee and grrr

did we invoke an entire week of Mondays?

Sparky, have a great time - sorry I can't be there. Happy dental-work Perkins.

I just got back a copy of my background check. Epic fail. Which is kind of comforting. And discomfiting. Apparently my sister didn't respond to the check WRT my research assistant job with her, I got my dates wrong for my previous job, the titles didn't match for *any* of my jobs (because I used human readable ones, and my most recent ones), and my longest job can't be verified because they went out of business and McGill never verified my degree.

Yet, somehow, I got a job.

Huh.

did we invoke an entire week of Mondays?

It's beginning to look that way. I just wish it FELT like Monday instead of being like one. Sadly, it feels like Friday, and...IT'S NOT!!!

*weeps bitterly*

Yet, somehow, I got a job.

Good thing you weren't applying at the CIA....

Apparently my sister didn't respond to the check WRT my research assistant job with her, I got my dates wrong for my previous job, the titles didn't match for *any* of my jobs (because I used human readable ones, and my most recent ones), and my longest job can't be verified because they went out of business and McGill never verified my degree.

That's pretty funny.